Chapter 105: Manifesto
Rebecca, the successful and wealthiest CEO on Earth, looked at her beloved butler, who was placing the coffee and butter cake on the tea table with a gentle smile.
"You guessed what made me happy," Rebecca said as she reached out to touch her handsome butler’s face, tilting it slightly as she admired his flawless features.
"It must be your victory against that rival of yours—Kiyomi," the butler replied with a knowing smile. He had served his lady ever since she rescued him from poverty.
"Hmmm... smart boy. Tonight, I’ll indulge you," Rebecca said, hiding her primal desire behind her eyes as she leaned in and passionately kissed her butler.
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"Kyaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
Rebecca suddenly screamed in excitement and embarrassment, her face flushed red. Her military-grade prosthetic arm slammed against the counter, startling Ricardo, who was sitting nearby.
"What the hell’s wrong with you, you metal-armed idiot?!" Ricardo snapped, glaring at Rebecca as she continued to flail in embarrassment from her own imagination.
"Oi... Max, should I call a therapist? Your employee seems to have a few screws loose," Kiyomi whispered, glancing at Rebecca’s sudden antics.
"It’s... okay, Ms. Kingsley. I think she just imagined something weird in her head," Maximilian replied with a wry smile. He was no stranger to this kind of scene.
In his past life, he’d had several fujoshi acquaintances who would suddenly scream after writing some spicy BL fanfiction or while discussing who was on top and who was on the bottom. They acted exactly like this when their minds spiraled into vivid fantasies.
He couldn’t help but wonder who Rebecca was imagining just now... He hoped it wasn’t him x Ricardo.