Weakness, is a luxury Hall could not afford to have.

At the age of 14, he accidentally found the scene of a man and woman making love secretly and triggered a psychological disorder inside his heart, which became Achilles' heel for him.

Aware of the responsibility on his shoulder, the little young man overcame all the difficulties and he found the reclusive witch. With out assurance from the witch, he made a decision - using witchcraft to temporarily seal his ability to identify his destined mate by breath.

He did not want to have one more fatal weakness before his success.

Consequently, the witches of the tribe completely subjugated to this Alpha heir, who was only 14 years old.

"Sir, breakfast is ready."

Alger knocked at the door, pulling Hall back to reality from his contemplation.

Aysa wearing a turban and apron, going in and out from the kitchen to the dining room, Alger suddenly felt that the sample house had been tinted with some human touch, and it would be nice if it things went on like this.

After all the food was put on the long table, Hall watched and did not speak on the the main seat while Alger looked impatient on the right side.

Busy in making breakfast this morning, Aysa was so hungry that her chest was almost close to her back. She sat down at once beside Hall as if he forgot that she still stayed in the freak’s house, where she was banned from eating and using the bathroom.

Alger was stunned with wild eyes, and then looked more surprised after glancing at the boss. How could he not show disgust!

The newly hired maid should sit next to the boss and have breakfast together! Should he not remind the two people?What should he do? And how? Alger was so anxious that he wanted someone would help him out.

With one slice of toast in one hand and a jam knife in the other, Aysa slowly dip the slice of toast with the secret jam, and then handed it over to Hall, assuming a ingratiating look at him.

"Boss, please."

With respectful words in mouth, in fact, Aysa was vomiting in her heart. weren’t you crazy about cleanliness? Hum,you inconsistent freak, let me make breakfast for you in such an early morning.I would do this to make you sick.

Alger would rather to have his eyes covered, God, Was this what I could look at?

Oh no, he saw the boss has clenched his fist. He was not going to hit Aysa, right? Who should I help if this really happened? I should not have been here? No, no, oh my God, the boss seems to pick up that piece of bread ...... Alger eyes observed the scene in front of him, and his mind was in dAysarray.

Clearly,there were dissatisfaction in Aysa's purple eyes. Hall stopped his tentative hand, stood up, and grumbled, "Is this something for human being?"

Walking towards the study, he added that “Alger, ask your female assistant to find some normal clothes for this tasteless maid, especially to change her underwear that does not come in sets. I don't want to torture my eyes again."

Couldn't you just let it go? Alger closed his eyes, boss, criticizing a woman's clothing and even the color of her underwear really ......was too bad.

Damn it. Definitely there was something wrong.What the hell, my hand actually wanted to pick up that piece of toast.Hall cursed so in his heart and walked away,

What was the feeling like? Your best works was treated as garbage.

Aysa kneaded the toast into a ball in her hand, brought it to her mouth and took a hard bite, trying to wash down the anger in her heart with the familiar taste of her mother's favorite jam. However, she found that it didn't help at all. He insulted Aysa, he insulted the favorite flavor of Aysa’s mother. Did he have a heart?Did he have the word "respect" in his world? What a dreg!

Moreover, today,she unconsciously chose the set with the most similar color among her few underwear. How did he know it again, was he a voyeur?

"That color, ah no no no," Alger hastily changed his words after a slip of tone, "As for the breakfast, Don’t be sad, even the executive chef of five-star hotel also be disliked by him. You have worked hard, eat some, and then continue your work."

"Aysn't it that I can't do my personal things here? Our boss's cleanliness is more than serious ."

Aysa looked coldly at the study. Smiling at the corners of her mouth, she slowly sat down and ate the delicious breakfast she had made. What she had in mind was her mother's words that eat and have the strength to do what you want to do. Now, what she wanted to do was to keep this job, wasn't it?

"now I officially withdraw the rule."

Alger made the decision and lifted the ban, which in fact should have been lifted when the boss agreed to keep hiring Aysa.

He also knew very well that the boss did not have a cleanliness problem, because he had seen how sloppy the boss used to be when he was polishing parts by hand day and night in the watch-making workshop.

It was just professional habit that make Hall tended to stay in a clean and tidy environment, and his eyesight was so good that he could see the finer details. Therefore, Alger was used to setting high demands on the cleaning bellhops.

In order to comfort Aysa, Alger also sat down to eat breakfast with her. God knows, the taste was really good.

He had always found it difficult to eat slices of toast. With the jam boiled by Aysa, the taste of toast actually took a qualitative leap. With several fruits in a just appropriate mixing, the juice was not at all inferior to the delicious foods he ate before.

Seeing Alger eating happily, Aysa felt better.

Three hours later, Aysa had to come to the study finally before he cleaned other houses.

Sure enough, he was still there.

Why was he still there? These rich people were lying down while making money.

Aysa silently spat, and was called out before exiting the room.

"Come in, and do what you need to do."

Hall looked at Aysa, who was probing into the room outside the doorway, and stopped her from escaping.

Aysa Kitt's presence had caused much of abnormity in Hall’s mind, and he was going to do whatever it took to find out the reasons behind it.

"Yes, sir." Aysa nodded and opened the door to let in the sweeping robot that was muted as if it was non-existence.

This obedient look gave Hall the illusion that the one who provoked himself in the restaurant was exactly the woman in front of him? Then how cheeky the woman was.

If you can hear Hall's sarcasm, Aysa will definitely thank the boss for his compliments on his own psychological adjustment ability, and want to slap badly: you're the one with thick skin.

Aysa gingerly put the books away and organized the bookcase. She felt that there was a line of sight following as she walked back and forth. She held back from turning around, cursing the voyeur in her heart: He must be looking through the color of her underwear again.

As she thought, Aysa approached the printer. With her eyes inadvertently sweeping over the paper outlet, she found a paper which read "Aysa Kitt's personal file".

As a maid, she were not obliged to look at her boss's files, but why was he looking at hers? She couldn't help but take a second look at the directory, which included all the publicly available information from her birth to her arrival in Philadelphia, including her unknown biological father, her bullying at school, her mother's fear of men, the fact that her mother was killed by a mobster, and her own expulsion ......

sitting at his desk, Hall fixed his eyes on Aysa's slightly shaking back. He was waiting, waiting for her to speak, waiting for her to lash out.

However, he underestimated Aysa's capacity for endurance.

"Bring me papers here." He had to stir up the calm atmosphere.

Aysa took a deep breath and told herself to hold back, and that her employer definitely had the right to do a background check. For the sake of money, do not get angry.

Smiling, she handed her file to Hall and she continued her job again.

This time, Hall had to compliment her on her composure.

"So you are unregistered." Hall was upset and had nothing to stimulate her but these words.

"So what, Sir want to call the police?" Aysa put down the books and turned her back, looking at Hall squarely.

"Let me guess, why would a newly adult person be expelled from the tribe when his mother had just died. Could it be that ...... your mother died because of you? Like luring a wolf into your mother's house to get her killed, like forcing her to die for your greed and vanity, or assembling your biological father who was insulting her, you betrayed your mother and caused her ......"

"Have you done, Mr Hall?"

Aysa shouted, with a sharp pain coming from her heart and countless voices rushing into her mind.

"Aysa, you killed your mother."

"You can no longer stay in the tribe."

"She is the bastard."

"Your mother is a bitch and gave birth to you with a rogue from some unknown place."

"No, I was raped, and I didn't seduce a rascal."

"Thank heaven that Aysa has finally grown up and thanked the witch gods for their instructions ......"

"Ah - it hurts. I don't want to hear, I'm not a bastard, I don't want to be a bastard ...... mom, why are you doing this to me, mom do you know what kind of life I've been living all these years ......"

The sharp pain spreading by in the heart, Aysa clutched her head as if it was about to split apart. Then she fell on the carpet, curled into a ball and cried out.

"Aysa Kitt."

Watching by the side,Hall called out tentatively to Aysa. He thought that his purpose might almost be achieved, but in a despicable way.

This time, he was be to blame.

Ayse, whose visual nerves were affected by the severe pain, struggled to look up and saw the blurred silhouette of Hall.

That feeling appeared again. In order to not hurt people, she gritted her teeth painfully and shouted at Hall.

"Stay away from me!"