Chapter 17 Do You Want to Make Big Money?
Alexander didn't expect Ivy to agree so readily!
With a slight smile on his lips, he sat back on the sofa and quietly watched Ivy mop the floor.
Why is this woman so pleasing to the eye?
As Alexander was shamelessly appreciating Ivy, two new customers entered the hall. As they passed by Ivy, they showed a lustful expression.
"Blossom Fitness Club is truly extraordinary. Even the janitor here is so good-looking. Look at that face, that figure..."
"I wonder how much it costs to hire a janitor here..."
Ivy felt extremely annoyed after hearing these words and deliberately extended the mop towards them.
Both customers fell down at the same time.
Ivy, as if she hadn't seen them, lifted the mop and continued mopping elsewhere.
The two customers got up and headed straight for Ivy.
"You bitch, did you do it on purpose?"
"Are you tired of living?"
Ivy glared at them, but before she could say anything, Alexander rushed over with a powerful aura.
Without hesitation, he knocked down the two of them with one punch each and coldly said, "Bouncers, throw them out!"
A group of bouncers quickly came forward, lifting the two people from the ground and escorting them out the door.
Alexander saved her once again! Should she express her gratitude?
While Ivy was thinking about this, Alexander brought a set of janitorial uniforms and said with a stern face, "Put on your work uniform now!"
Does he want her to work as a janitor?
Reluctantly, Ivy put on the clothes and looked at the oversized, ugly outfit. Annoyed, she said, "It's too big, several sizes too big!"
"Oversized clothes are breathable and cool!" Alexander said expressionlessly.
Noticing that Ivy's neckline was too open, he furrowed his brow and personally zipped it up, making sure her neck was completely covered. Only then was he satisfied and said, "Resume your work!"
"Stupid man!" Ivy cursed internally. God knows how uncomfortable she feels wearing this!
Ten minutes later, Ivy finally finished mopping the entire hall.
After washing the mop, not wanting to return to the area when Alexander was sitting, Ivy sat on the windowsill in the restroom and called Maria to vent, "Maria, you wouldn't believe what I went through tonight? Let me tell you, the new boss is a maniac, torturing people in all sorts of ways. He initially promised to hire me as a mermaid for $100 per hour, but now he wants me to mop the floor for four hours and only pays $150. Doubling the time and halving the wage is one thing, but he also makes me wear those ugly oversized uniforms. This person is simply going too far, and I can't take it anymore..."
By the sink, Alexander washed his hands calmly, his expression very complicated.
This woman actually called him a maniac? Couldn't she see that he was trying to protect her? She was truly heartless!
"Maria, do you want me to leave now? I want to leave too, but I'm afraid..." Ivy didn't dare mention that she was afraid the child's father would come looking for her. Instead, she changed her wording, "I'm afraid the boss will retaliate against me. He's a vindictive person. It was because I accidentally offended him so things turned out like this. How long will it take for me to earn a lot of money? After deducting expenses for seven people's food and drink from my monthly salary, there's almost nothing left..."
Seven people? Alexander furrowed his brow. Did Ivy have a lot of people in her family? Were six other people relying solely on her to support them?
Back on the sofa in the hall, Alexander started to imagine who the unemployed six people in Ivy's family might be.
Grandfather, grandmother, paternal grandfather, paternal grandmother, these four were elderly and it was understandable. The parents should still be young, so why weren't they making money? Were they sick? Disabled?
The more Alexander thought about it, the more he felt sorry for Ivy. He decided to give her an opportunity to make a big sum of money.
When Ivy returned, Alexander couldn't wait to speak, "Do you want to earn a lot of money? Just give me a foot massage for half an hour, and I'll give you $100,000."
What? Earn $100,000 in half an hour!
Ivy's eyes widened. Could such a good opportunity really exist? To give someone a foot massage for half an hour and earn $100,000?
Thinking about the six little girls at home who loved to eat meat, Ivy couldn't help but feel eager to give it a try.
If she could really earn $100,000 tonight, she would take the six little girls and leave far away, never to appear in front of Alexander again.
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