After divorce I am a billionaire

Anthony keenly noticed her gaze and narrowed his eyes.

He coughed on purpose.

Mavis was so frightened that she instantly regained her senses, making herself look embarrassed as if she had done something bad.

The wrist holding the glass shook uncontrollably.

"Sorry!" The transparent drops of water overflowed from Anthony's lips, sliding down his sharp jawline, all the way to his Adam's apple and clavicle.

That string of crystals, moving with his breathing, made him look sexier and more lustful.

"I'm sorry. I'm really so sorry. | didn't mean it. I'l wipe it off for you." Mavis felt guilty and insane, like a beast.

Anthony was so injured that his handsface was beaten with wounds but she could still imagine wildly his Adam's apple when he was drinking.

The tips of her ears instantly turned red. She hurriedly took a tissue and helped Anthony wipe off the water stains.

The fingertips could occasionally touch the skin between his neck, which was soft and warm.

As soon as she raised her head and met Anthony's scrutinizing gaze, Mavis felt ashamed, and immediately retracted her hand like there was an electric shock.

"Okay...Okay, | wipe it up..." Anthony stared at her with a pair of blue eyes, "You don't need to bother yourself to do these things in the future. There are servants at home. You can just use Callahan Residence as your residence. | won't interfere with what you want to do during the day." Mavis lowered her eyes, "Dylan has already told me, | am your personal maid. As a maid, it is my duty to take care of you when you are injured. Otherwise the other Callahans should be suspicious." He almost forgot about it.

Because Rebecca asked about it at the dinner table, and his relationship with Mavis was uncertain at the time, he casually said she was a private maid.

The marriage certificate had now been obtained.

Mavis was his nominal wife during the year, even if it was only for one year.

"I mishandled this matter. Because of the sudden marriage, | didn't disclose it to the Callahan family. You should give this matter a buffer period, and | will find a suitable tto reveal your identity after a while." Mavis lowered her head sadly.

"In fact, it doesn't matter if it's not public. Anyway, the agreement is only for one year, and we will divorce when the tis up." "Yes, a year is not too long or too short. As my legal wife who is married in a hidden marriage this year, you should enjoy the treatment of being Mrs. Callahan in Callahan Residence.” Not a maid who can point fingers at her.

"You don't have to worry about this, just listen to me." His attitude was strong. Mavis said nothing and took the glass away.

Because of the fractures in his left leg and right hand, which required rest, Anthony's bet with Chad was postponed until seven days later.

In these seven days, in order to achieve the best recovery effect, Anthony really never got out of bed.

Mavis insisted on taking care of him. As a wife, and a nominal personal maid, she insisted on doing so, and Anthony had no reason to refuse many times.

Helping to wipe his body, feed medicine, and also accompany to kill time, her all-round care was very considerate.

The level of acquaintance between the two had also undergone ssubtle changes in the past few days.

In the afternoon, after feeding Anthony with pills, the bedroom returned to peace and harmony.

Mavis was sitting on the sofa on her phone with a focused expression. There was a small notebook on the coffee table, and she was writing something with a ballpoint pen.

Anthony was leaning on the head of the bed and on his mobile phone, glancing in her direction from tto time. Seeing that she looked serious, he couldn't help asking, "What are you writing?" "I'm looking for a job. I lost my job at the restaurant. You know it." Anthony stared at her from a distance: "Well, | know, but | said | will let you go back to the aquarium and continue to be the administrator. The days when you left your job are considered leave. Why don't you go back?" While busy with the writing, Mavis replied casually, "Suham is the capital of rich businessmen in Crana. The level of consumption here is too high. My salary is only enough for daily expenses and rent. | will send sback to Teflayria. Basically, | have no money left." "It's not the way to go on like this. | plan to do a job with quicker money. First, | will earn a generous start-up capital. | will try to rent a shop in Suham and start a small business, so that | can have a long-term foothold." Anthony frowned and his face didn't look good, "What kind of quick money do you want to make?" Like what happened at the bar last time? Sell your body? Mavis smiled sweetly, "Of course it's sales. It's better to rely on a real estate company with high capital, so that the commission is very high." Anthony sullenly complained in a calm tone, "Although the commission for real estate sales is high, the base salary is very low. As a novice without any sales experience, you have no way to source customers. In the first two years, you can only get the base salary." "Although you live in Callahan Residence without rent now, with this basic salary, you can only wait to starve to death with your daily expenses." He looked at his mobile phone casually, showing no expression, "I also said that | will provide you with monthly pocket money, which is no less than what you earn by working outside. If you are reluctant to spend it, save it and rent a storefront to open a store a year later. More than enough." Mavis shook her head, "This is your money, Mr. Callahan. | get this money for nothing. | use it and it will go against my conscience. | earn money with my own hands so | will feel more at ease.” Anthony frowned.

There were actually young women who didn't love money these days? "Mavis, are you out of your mind? You don't want any free money?" "But this money is not for nothing. As my wife who has a one-year contract, you have solved my urgent need to be forced to marry by my family. And you have also providedwith care. For example, these few days. | will give you 100 thousands dollars per month in the future. Not exactly pocket money, but the reward you deserve." 100 thousands dollars per month? Mavis turned on her cell phone calculator and roughly calculated her monthly expenses.

She spent less, so she can save more than 1 million a year. If she found a high-paying job again, um, maybe she can save another 200 to 300 thousands a year.

For start-up capital, that was adequate.

"Since you say | deserve the reward, then | will accept it. In the future, | will be a maid in public, but | can also be a maid in private. | can do whatever you askto do. Or | will feel uncomfortable with this money." Anthony chuckled.

Looking at the calculations, he somehow felt that it was not annoying, but rather interesting.

"Okay, so when | call you, | feel more at ease, and | don't feel awkward at all." He chuckled and raised his left hand, "Then cand givea massage and scratch it now.” "Wait a minute, I'll take a call first." After Mavis finished speaking, she took her mobile phone and went to a small indoor balcony.

She said she would do whatever he asked her to do but she was proved wrong the next second.

If she was really a maid, she should be punished! He felt gloomy and unhappy, and the arm under his left sleeve was itchy, and he couldn't bear it.

His right hand was in a plaster cast, and he couldn't move, so he had to endure it.

After waiting for three minutes, Mavis happily finished the phone call and jumped back to the bedroom.

Turning her head, she saw Anthony didn't look good, as if he was about to eat people. She was inexplicable, "What's wrong? Is it a cramp? Do you needto call a doctor?" Anthony gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "No, chere, massage and scratch!"