Chapter 119: Is That Still The Boss?
[Morning... 6 Am.]
[Bathroom.]
"Huh?!!!"
Asher gasped, staring at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in shock. Overnight, his short hair was frighteningly long to the point it covered his whole shoulders; not only that, his face?
It was like it was drawn away from a beautiful picture. The rougher, mundane edges of his jawline had smoothed into an immaculate, aristocratic sharpness that didn’t seem entirely human. He stared at his expression, dumbfounded, not only that, his build.
Asher took a step back, staring at the muscles all over his body, he even got abs. With just a glance, he could tell he was standing a whole 203 cm tall, approximately 6’8. The sheer density of his new physique pulsed with a quiet, terrifying vitality.
"What the fuck happened to me?" With one violent movement, the cloth he was on tore easily, the expensive fabric shredding like wet paper against his expanding frame.
"....?!"
He stared at the cloth, and sighed, bringing out his phone, and called Tang. The dial tone hummed in the quiet, sprawling bathroom before connecting.
"Boss? You are already awake?" Tang’s sleepy voice sounded from the other end.
"I need clothes now!" Asher yelled at him, and explained the size of clothes needed, then hung up.
"I don’t believe this. So my physique not only made me stronger, it actually increased my body shape, and well, upgraded my appearance," he said, still stunned, turning to the system screen hovering in his peripheral vision. The ethereal golden interface cast a faint light across the room.
{Charm: 200.}
{Note: Master is way above any ordinary male.}
{Congratulations Master.}
"...?!"
He blinked a couple of times, feeling the phantom weight of his new reality, and picked up a pair of scissors from a desk: ’Who the hell need so many hairs! Do I look like those Chinese guys in novels?’
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[Half An Hour Later.]
Asher sat in the sprawling sitting room in shorts. The estate was terrifyingly quiet, save for the sudden frantic footsteps approaching. Tang rushed inside; breathing heavily.
"Boss! I ran towards the Mall, and bought everything you ordered," he said, stretching five bags filled with clothes. The manager looked completely drained, clearly having utilized every ounce of his stamina to navigate the early morning city just to serve his Boss.
"Good job." Asher stood up, his massive new frame casting a long shadow, taking the bags from his hand.
"Thank you, sorry for waking you so early... You can take one guest room and rest, I will need you when the sun rises," Asher said, walking towards the elevator. "I will need you here."
"Huh... Okay, Thank you Boss," Tang said, as the elevator door closed shut.
"Um... Boss, where is the Guest room?" he asked, dumbfounded, standing alone in the sitting room. The estate was a labyrinth of luxury, and Tang was still entirely unaccustomed to its sheer scale.
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[Another Half an Hour later - 7 Am.]
DING!
Asher walked out from the elevator, now in casual wear, with a simple white T-shirt, a jacket, and long pants that hugged his newly proportioned physique perfectly.
"...?!"
He paused, seeing Tang sleeping awkwardly on the huge designer sofa; "Huh?"
Asher sighed softly. His manager worked himself to the bone for him. Walking towards the kitchen, not bothering to wake him up, he entered the state-of-the-art kitchen, and started preparing the premium ingredients to make breakfast for his family.
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[One hour later.]
"Come on, let’s get the house ready," the Head maid said, walking inside the sitting room.
"Wow, what smells so good?" one muttered in shock, sniffing the air. The rich aroma of spices and perfectly seared ingredients wafted through the grand halls.
"The Boss is already awake?" The third asked in surprise.
The ten looked at one another, they had all woke up an hour ago, cleaning the whole estate, they were making their way to the main house to clean everything before the Boss and his wives woke up, only to discover he was already awake, and preparing food.
They exhaled, the Boss had never been angry with them, so they quickly got to work.
"Alright girls, be fast, I need this room sparkly clean," the head maid said with a beautiful smile, and walked towards the couch, freezing on her place.
"Huh? Isn’t this Manager Tang?" she asked in surprise, staring at the middle-aged man curled up on the cushions.
She walked towards him, and lightly tapped his shoulder:
"Manager Tang?" She called in a low voice.
Tang slowly opened his eyes from his beautiful sleep, and was stunned; staring at the beautiful blonde hair lady before him.
"Oh? Jessica," he exclaimed, sitting upright.
"Sorry, I fell asleep," he said with a small embarrassed laugh.
"No worries, sorry I woke you up, but I need to clean the couch," she said, standing upright, a bright smile on her face.
"Oh, yeah! Please get to work--" Tang froze as the aroma of Asher’s cooking finally struck him.
"Wow, what smells so good?" he asked, getting up to his feet.
"The Boss is the one cooking." Jessica answered, gently cleaning the couch.
Tang blinked, was the Boss this good at cooking?
Jessica chuckled inwardly, seeing his stunned expression. Seeing someone else getting stunned by the Boss’s cooking skill made her smile, at least, someone else will see the battle they always fought; when the Boss is in that kitchen.
She moved to the antique flower vase, and started wiping it off, as Asher walked out from the Kitchen. The morning light caught his features, amplifying the unnatural perfection the system had bestowed upon him.
"You are awake, Tang... Well..."
BANG!!
".....?!"
Asher, and Tang turned to Jessica, who stood frozen in place, on her feet were the broken pieces of the vase, but her face was fixed on Asher’s face in disbelief, shock, and surprise. The system’s 200 Charm was a physical force, overwhelming her professional composure instantly.
’Has the Boss always been this handsome?’ she thought, her mind blanking.
Not only her, all the maids cleaning around froze, staring at Asher in shock, their eyes wide opened.
’Is that still the Boss?’