"Do you think I'm a jester from middle age? Go get me a better selection, you tacky bitch."
The maid was shocked by Mr. Vincent Gray's insult just now. It was her first day at work, and her job was easy.
She was tasked to prepare Mr. Gray's suit. He had a giant walk-in closet and wanted to ensure he was always well-dressed every day.
Apparently, this was a job supposed to be handled by his wife, but she suddenly left him.
So the maid was happy to get the job. It paid well, and she had the chance to be the new wife of Mr. Gray.
"B—But, Sir, I think this looks well on you…." The maid said. She was convinced that she had picked the best working outfit for Mr. Gray. He was always handsome and well-dressed, so even if he wore something a bit more colorful, it wouldn't change how handsome h
