Chapter 6: The Two Casson Sisters

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Adam scanned the manor before him, its red color evoking a classic vibe. Led by the elder, Adam stepped inside, curiously checking out the main hall. The place was filled with all kinds of treasures and antiques, enough to make anyone's head spin. But what really caught his eye was the gorgeous woman sitting right in the middle of the hall. Her long legs were wrapped in nude stockings, and her black business suit showed off her tall, perfect figure. Black high heels made her curvy, mature body look even more irresistible. Her impressive curves and that perfect mix of elegance and coldness made any guy want to win her over. There were just some women out there that guys feel like they had to chase, and Adam definitely bought into that idea. "Wait here a second, I'll let Ms. Ariel know you're here," the elder told Adam. "Okay." Adam watched as he walked over to the cold-looking woman, said a few words, and then waved him over. "Ms. Ariel, this guy just passed the first round," the elder said respectfully as Adam came up. "Got it." The aloof beauty put down her magazine and started tapping her heel on the floor, making it hard not to stare. "Name? Where are you from?" Her cold voice called out before he even got close. "Adam Lyson. I just got back from a refugee camp in Afica." Adam stopped five meters from her, his gaze drawn to her alluring legs, and after a moment, he managed to speak. "So he's the guy who beat Felix and Sigurd in the first round?" The woman looked him over, clearly disappointed. "Saw it myself," the elder replied with a sigh. Adam's move was a little shady, but he still beat both of them. "I'm Ariel Casson, the oldest daughter here. Since you passed the first test, I've got a few questions for you. If I'm happy with your answers, you can stay on as a trial butler," Ariel introduced herself. But honestly, no matter how she looked at him, he just didn't look like someone who could beat Felix and Sigurd. The way he was dressed, he looked more like a laborer who just got off the bus. It was hard to believe he could take on ex-soldiers. "Go ahead," Adam said. "Can you cook?" Ariel asked. "Yeah." Adam figured boiling instant noodles with an egg probably counted as cooking. "Can you drive?" Adam thought about all the cars he'd crashed. "Yeah." "Are you a perv?" Ariel asked. Adam sneaked a look at the skin peeking out from under Ariel's skirt, but kept a straight face and said, "Nope." Ariel nodded, looking satisfied. He might look like a hick, but she'd been watching him the whole time, and she trusted her own judgment. This guy wasn't lying. Seeing she was happy, Adam let out a breath. "Should I tell her I came back to Chiton to look for a wife? Or that I'm actually a wolf in sheep's clothing?" "Stand over there and wait to see if anyone else passes the first round," Ariel said, picking up her magazine again. Adam stood by her side, sneaking glances down at her chest from above, the deep, inviting cleavage making his heart race. "Ariel, why are you still sitting here reading? Aren't we picking a butler today? Any cute guys?" Suddenly, a pretty girl in light jeans and a pink tank top bounced into view. "This guy just passed both rounds. He's about to be your trial butler," Ariel said, giving her lively sister a rare smile. "Him?" The girl looked Adam up and down, then pouted. "I don't want some country bumpkin following me to school. I'm the Casson family's second daughter. I should have some handsome guy in a suit trailing after me. Now that's cool." "Clothes are easy. Just take him shopping. What matters is what he can do. A pretty face is useless if he can't handle trouble. What's the point of a butler like that?" Ariel shot back. "But sis, he'll just embarrass me at school. He's dirty, ugly, and smells like sweat. He'll make the house stink," the girl complained, making a face. "Alice, watch your mouth," Ariel said, frowning at her sister for being so rude in front of Adam. "Fine, I'm telling Mom. I don't want this guy as my butler," Alice huffed. "Hold up, can I ask something?" Adam cut in while the two sisters argued. "Go ahead." "Whatever." One reply was ice-cold, the other full of attitude. Adam felt a cold sweat break out, despite the AC being on. "Aren't I just here to be a butler? Why do I have to go to school with her?" Adam asked, since he still didn't know her name. "The 'her' you're talking about is my sister, Alice Casson. The old man you just met is Zayn. He's my mom's butler and bodyguard, and he's handled many dangerous situations. The five guys in suits outside are Yves and Felix. They're my butlers and bodyguards. You're here to be a butler, so you'll be Alice's butler and her bodyguard too," Ariel explained, like she knew exactly what Adam was wondering. "Oh, got it." Adam finally understood why Alice was so annoyed. She was going to be his boss from now on. "Mom, Ariel picked a really rustic butler for me. If he follows me to school, my classmates will mock me," Alice complained over the phone, indifferent to Adam's presence. Adam tilted his head, pulling his eyes away from Ariel's chest and looking at the phone in Alice's hand. On the screen was a woman with flawless skin and a glow about her-she looked more like a hot thirty-year-old than someone's mom, with an air of class and elegance. Adam didn't know her, but he guessed this was Loretta, the Casson family head Gaby had mentioned. Her husband had died ten years ago, and she'd been single ever since. Adam had to respect that, though he couldn't help but wonder if she might be into women. Suddenly, Adam remembered why Ariel had asked if he was a perv, and now it all made sense. If some horny guy became the Casson family's butler, he'd be surrounded by nothing but women. Hook up with the older sister, then maybe try his luck with the younger one. Next thing you know, he's got his eyes on their stunning mom, and suddenly it's like some crazy family fantasy. What guy wouldn't dream of that? Adam's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, the idea of being the Casson family's butler didn't sound so bad. He was single, after all, and getting three for the price of one? That sounded exciting. Back when he was a mercenary with Drakeforce, he'd heard plenty of wild stories. Even if he kept his nose clean, threesomes and crazy group stuff were all familiar to him. Still, he never thought that coming back home would land him as the Cassons' butler, and in this kind of situation. He'd been unsure at first, but seeing how gorgeous the Casson women were, he was starting to change his mind. Let someone else have all that? No way. He had to land this job, no matter what. "Sweetie, I trust your sister's judgment. Just let her handle it," the woman on the phone said kindly. "No, Mom, I should get to pick my own butler! This guy's got no looks, no taste, no manners, no style. He's dirty and sweaty! Could you please talk my sister into letting me pick a cute guy in a suit and shades to take to school? That'd be so cool!" "Alice, stop acting like a kid. Your butler has to do more than just chores; They need to know how to handle trouble, too. You're not a little girl anymore, so listen to your sister. I have a meeting, so we'll talk later." Alice glared at her phone as the screen went black, then at her sister's smug smile and Adam's clueless face, stomping her foot in frustration. "Hmph." Alice shot Adam a dirty look, then plopped down on the couch, folding her arms across her chest and pushing her "assets" up for all to see. Adam couldn't help but sneak a peek. Soon, the noise outside died down. The elder and three guys in suits walked in, heading straight for the two sisters.

Chapter 6: The Two Casson Sisters

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