"Then, third. Because my territory is only limited to my room, kitchen, dining room .. and the lounge that I'm using right now. I was not allowed to step into any other room, without his permission. Even if I ever wanted to use his living room, I should report to him first. And if it's approved, then can I use it?"

"Fourth. I was not allowed to enter his room. Though of course, there's no reason for me to do that. But I was not allowed to enter whether there was an owner or not. I am also not allowed to enter into his study and reading room without permission. In that case, why don't you just ask your boss to lock it? Lock up all the places I can't enter. Wouldn't that be easier?"

Cleo gently blew her hair which was disturbing.

"Then, I'm also not allowed to make noise and make noise. Disturbing him with other unimportant things is also not allowed. And since I am only a temporary resident here, I am required to follow all the rules without complaining and complaining. I have to act as a shadow. That can make your boss feel as comfortable as he was before marriage. Absolutely peaceful without interruption. Is that right?" Cleo said, ending all the crazy rules that were imposed on her with disdain.

Dirga nodded.

"You are right," Dirga replied briefly.

Even though the explanation wae a bit exaggerated and seemed less than good, everything that Mrs. Cleo said was true. He had indeed asked Cleo to do all of that on the orders of his superior, Mr. Harry.

And if the woman was annoyed by all the rules, that woman obviously can't do anything. Because it had become a consequence that must be borne.

Mr. Harry waw a very perfectionist and neat person. He did not like anything that was troublesome and a waste of time. Interacting with outsiders, especially having to be friendly with women he didn't love, according to him it would be very useless.

His marriage to Cleo was a marriage that happened on the basis of his compulsion to accept.

Harry knew for sure, even if not now but maybe one day, grandmother would still force him to marry in any way until she succeeded.

Therefore to prevent things that were not desirable, Harry must make some necessary limits. After all, his contract wife was paid for it.

And Dirga got the task as a reminder and also an intermediary between them.

"I hope you do your best," Dirga gave a strong affirmation to confirm all his remarks at the beginning. He hoped that his new Mistress would understand well the situation now. This woman inevitably has to carry out her role properly without complaining.

Hearing Dirga's words, Cleo nodded confidently again.

"You don't need to worry. I won't cause trouble," Cleo replied casually.

Dirga nodded.

"And one more thing,"

Cleo gave another look of displeasure when Dirga wanted to add something again.

"There is more??" She asked irritably.

Upset, Cleo thought that Dirga would come back to teach her again with all kinds of lectures that didn't interest her. To the point that she had time to think about wanting to retract her words first, about Dirga, whom she considered to have high dedication and extraordinary work professionalism.

For now, in her eyes, the man was nothing more than a demanding, chatty mother-in-law. Or maybe Dirga was actually one of Harry's unpublished families?

Harry's stepfather who was unknown to the public and was currently pretending to be disguised as his assistant? So, that's why he loved to bother newcomers in his family?

Cleo looked lazily.

Meanwhile, Dirga, instead of intending to give a lecture, Dirga gave Cleo a black card from his coat pocket. Cleo responded confusedly.

"What is this?" Cleo asked.

"Blackcard unlimited," Dirga replied.

Cleo didn't flinch, ".. ??"

"This is an unlimited credit card that you can use for certain times. If something is urgent or there is something important, you can use it. Therefore, I suggest you use it wisely and appropriately. All transactions will always be recorded under my supervision," Dirga said with several intonations indicating that he would always monitor Cleo's actions through the card he gave.

Was that card some kind of walking bomb?

Where if Cleo used it off the beaten path, then that man will find out and be ready to act?

Cleo gave a friendly smile for a moment. She looked at the black card that was now in her hand with horror and contempt. In all of her life, Cleo has never seen or even touched this very rare and dangerous card.

But, based on what she had heard, rare cards like this could only be issued and reserved for certain people. Only those who come from different classes and from certain circles can have it.

And whoever held the card, she was free to use it at will without the need to think about limits, which the card itself has no limit.

Thinking about the importance of the card that she got, Cleo immediately put the card in her wallet and put it away. At this time, she still did not expect that one day the card could backfire on her in the future.

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