Chris saw Dorothy bewildered and not paying attention to her so he kept saying:
"Young lady."
Dorothy, because of this call of his, also came to her senses, looked at the man in front of him and asked:
"What is it?"
"Don't say I didn't remind you, if you don't go to work until the evening and don't finish the work, I won't be lenient."
Chris bared his teeth and said. Who was a young lady in life, had to do the work of a servant? Tiffany really knew how to bring disaster to her body, and she was also unlucky enough to penetrate this girl. Dorothy looked at the middle-aged man who had been talking and guessed the identity of the other, and asked again:
"Are you Chris?"
She might not know anyone in the Macintosh family, but the person named Chris she couldn't help but knew. If Jack was the demon master in this villa, then Chris was a cruel butler with the worker.
"Ha ha, look at the young lady, you always ask stupid things."
Chris laughed. His words helped Dorothy once again confirm that he was indeed a butler, and she did not care about the laughter just a moment ago. Anyway, what she wanted to know was the identity of each person in this family. Determining her own identity as well as her current situation, Dorothu in her heart calculated her future. The butler finished saying what he needed to say, got up to leave, and then sent a supervisor for Dorothy. Who supervised her were two muscular men who looked like bodyguards in the villa.
Dorothy no longer had the strength to resist, at first she could only do it, in exchange for her body to see if these two people were afraid that they wouldn't have eyes to stare at her like this. Unfortunately, this body was too weak, she couldn't take action at all. In order to resist, she needed to rebuild this body. The first thing she had to do was weeding, fortunately she wasn't a lady from the countryside. She also came from the countryside. Things like weeding, picking vegetables, she did seamlessly, making the servants look at her as well. With eyes wide open, who would have thought that the young lady had weak legs and soft hands and even a blade of grass that would not be able to uproot, in an instant, did not leave a single stalk.
"What is going on? Did she pull all the grass? Has anyone entered her?"
A gardener beside her whispered.
"It's really strange. How is this possible? Isn't it normal that she uprooted two plants and screamed that she didn't want to do it? The sun rose in the west today?"
After the other person finished speaking, someone pretended to look up at the sky.
"What's to the west? I find her very strange today. From this morning until now, she's been talking nonsense that people can't understand. Like "who am I", "Where is this?". She has a mental illness. "
A talkative person ran to talk.
"It's very likely, she might have been tortured to the point of madness by the young master."
Everyone thought so, and looked at Dorothy with strange eyes. She was here pulling weeds and wanting to bend her back. This body had already been injured, and at that time it's hard to bear to do these things. She had never seen the sun turn into two.
"I finished weeding the grass, is that okay?"
Dorothy tried to ask the two bodyguards.
One of the two said:
"You still have to call the butler to check, wait."
That guy left in a hurry, brought Chris back after a while, even in a dream he didn't think that she could finish weeding the grass. This was impossible, according to the normal day. She couldn't even pull out a handful of grass, let alone a square.
"This, young lady, is it really you spitting?"
Chris asked suspiciously.
"You asked the people here, what do you do when you look at me? "
Dorothy didn't let his surprised expression into her eyes, snorted lightly. She also understood why he asked this question. In the story Tiffany was a lady who had never touched housework so she didn't know how to do these jobs, even though she had been instructed for a month. God she still just didn't know what to do. Sitting here pulling weeds, listening to these people talk a lot, she had determined the timeline of the story. She had been through the time Tiffany had been married to Jack for a month, that the day she did something crazy was not far. However, she was not afraid of the same tragic outcome as her client, because she had not done anything bad. What was worth worrying about was a man named Jack there. She didn't read this story, so she didn't know how he tortured Tiffany. But at first glance, it seemed that she was very afraid of Jack, and clashed with him twice in the morning and her body couldn't help but tremble. This was the body's instinct, she couldn't control it. Chris was stunned for a moment, and then said:
"When you're done, let's do the next thing."
The next thing was to help Miss Tenny cook in the kitchen. There were five people serving food and water for Jack and others in the kitchen, so the number of ingredients and dishes prepared were not few. Five people were already enough, but they wanted to make it difficult for Tiffany, so they found something for her to do. For Dorothy, this was a small matter, in the other world she also cooked often, so this chopping of vegetables and chickens was nothing to her. Once again the kitchen crew saw her work and were instantly stunned on the spot. Dorothy just wanted to finish work to rest, so she didn't pay attention to the looks of the people here. Miss Tenny looked at her with doubtful eyes, according to her cooking experience, to be able to master chicken chopping like this, she must be someone who often did the kitchen work. This young lady yesterday was also not able to pick up vegetables, but today being able to do everything in such a coherent way made people doubtful. After finishing the work, she was tired and exhausted and asked:
"Can I have something to eat?"
Since waking up, she hadn't eaten anything besides filtered water. Was there any lady more miserable than her?
"It's not yet time to ask for something to eat, wait until the young master returns before you can eat."
A girl in her twenties spoke up.
"When will he come back?" Dorothy asked lightly.
"Seven o'clock at night." The bright girl answered.
"I can't wait, I haven't eaten since morning, can't you give me something to eat first?"
Dorothy frowned and asked, who could stand it while fasting for two meals while doing manual work? Still have to wait for Jack to return, what was she thinking? At that time it's four o'clock in the afternoon, three hours left, waiting to starve to death?
" No way ."
The girl emphasized each word and added:
"Hungry must also be tolerated. Everyone here was the same. Because you were lazy and refused to get up early to work, hunger was well deserved."
Dorothy heard that and sneered:
"Although I am not recognized by your young master as a young lady, at least in name I am still his wife, you cannot deny this."