The Billionaire's Obsession (SPG)

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ut of her family's house, and here she was-barely able

't make the numbers

f the guys she sh

ughts. She realized her next few meals-and possibly even her unpaid lunch today-might j

how's your d

ng him a seductive smile.

my name?" h

?" she purred. "You're looking re

gh. She could feel him tense up-classic reaction. Ama

like an angel that just dropped from heaven. Way hotter than an

sperately need a guy like Ken right now, she

u eaten? I don't think I've seen you ea

ght, switching to a pout

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last night," she said with a sigh. "I ran out of allowance a

book, showing the empty b

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rked inwar

od downstairs but I panicked and couldn't face the delivery

lip for dra

deal. I'll go get it for yo

e cash on you, right? Don't worry

probably included dinner too... maybe even some groceries for the

cost $300? Where the hell di

mara eat like it was a Michelin-starred feast. A

, it's splitting my eardrums. Jus

with an irr

? You're basically flushing $80 down the drain.

like he was

ou not? You people are so gross

u peo

pay you back. I spend more than that on appetizers.

t like it w

you talk to someone who just covered your bill? If

e laced with frustratio

ARAGON conglomerate-ugh, not like you'd know what that even means. People like you don't read Forbe

queen addressing he

you really

d in disbelief. Am

n have the rest-I lost my appetite.

walked off, leavi

ll am I suppo

been walking for almost an hour, completely lost in her th

ad. She hurried toward it, intending to ask for directions-but

ings-mostly domestic work. H

for an executive assistant? A business con

ma'am. Are you l

rd asked politely

ut to walk away-but paused when a

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: Live-in P

Salary:

l: 5

even how much personal maid

made the security guard lau

legit. In fact, Mr. Xavier has been looking for a personal maid for almost a month

explanation made A

y. What is this, 'The Picky Boss: A Xavier Memoir'? What k

he guard scratch his h

ey, $3,000 is a lot of mone

words made

ing back to the mansion. I'd starve waiting for a miracle

into a smile-only for it to vanish as o

pply as a maid when she didn't know

s the one being served, not the other way around. So

on't think I

whisp

hat did you say?"

st said I'll call i

. Xavier is offering, people are lining u

paused. He h

k I could che

entmindedly, d

m in trying," th

pulling out her phone

the large golden gates opened. Amara quickly

t be Amar

e who c-what I mean is, I'm

ed hard to fix her Tagalog. T

Nanay Unday.' I'm the head housekeep

llowed silently, rehearsing fake answer

d a complete lie in

by how easy it came to her. Maybe she really was a t

mara sat down, immediately accepting th

about yourself, dear

nterview

in her head be

. Anyway, my name is Amara Aragon. I'm twenty years old. I studied business

ning to strike her fo

ngue might twist itself fr

man and sole heiress to her billionaire grandfather, Herman, she was

fe gets in the way. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to finish one day.

ra n

need a personal maid? And what

ust to him. That means you'll always be by his side. You'll run errands, a

-very much so. I can even do laundry, cle

ie. She bi

to wash a single dish or cook a meal

pack your things. He'll pick you up again in the afternoon. You'll meet Mr. Xa

d warmly. Amara forc

s feeling this is all goi