Carmichael family mansion.
Julius Reed lay on the couch, his hands behind his head.
Resting with his eyes closed.
Bamboo Whitaker knelt on the carpet, relentlessly kneading away.
"Boss, that's just bullying,"
she said indignantly, pressing harder and harder.
No matter how much force she applied, the big shot on the couch showed no reaction whatsoever.
To the point that Bamboo almost broke her hands, and Julius didn't feel a thing.
Iron bones and steel muscles.
A mere maid, how laughable.
"Did you or did you not tattle on me in front of Sister Quella?"
Julius spoke languidly, but Bamboo, who was massaging his legs, jumped with fright.
"You... how did you know..."
She chuckled sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed, "Wasn't that a slip of the tongue?"
"A slip of the tongue?"
Julius flicked his finger!
Whoosh!
A cherry pit shot out like a bullet!
It hit Bamboo right on the forehead.
"Ow!"
Bamboo's forehead immediately swelled up, and tears sprang to her eyes from the pain.
