Chapter 7: Car Sickness

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"Zayn, has anyone else passed the first round of tests?" Ariel asked. "Ms. Ariel, only he passed the test," Zayn replied respectfully. "Hmph. I don't care. I don't want him as my butler." Alice pouted, clearly disappointed with Zayn's answer. "What about Sigurd and Felix?" Ariel asked, noticing that two people were missing. Yves stepped forward. "Sigurd and Felix went to the hospital," he said softly, lowering his head. "One has a bleeding stomach, the other... his balls got smashed." Ariel's face changed when she heard this, and she turned to Adam. "Did you do that?" She knew Sigurd and Felix's strengths well, especially Sigurd's Titanhide Technique, which had once left a strong impression on her during the butler selection. Yet, she found it hard to believe that this seemingly ordinary man had injured them so severely. "I didn't even go all out. Who knew they'd be so weak?" Adam said honestly. But to everyone else, especially the three men in suits, his words sounded cocky, and their faces darkened like they wanted to rip Adam apart. "So, you're pretty tough, huh?" Ariel said calmly, not showing any emotion. "In a straight-up fight, I don't think anyone here can beat me," Adam said truthfully after thinking for a moment. Even Zayn's face changed, a flash of disdain in his eyes. This kid was way too cocky. "Zayn's the toughest. Since you think you're all that, if you can beat him, I'll let you be my butler. Ariel, is that cool with you?" Alice sneered, plotting. Everyone knew how strong Zayn was. Beating him was basically impossible for this bumpkin. "Fine by me. Adam, go a few rounds with Zayn," Ariel agreed, wanting to see if he was really as good as he said. "Right here?" Adam asked politely. "Yeah." As soon as Ariel nodded, Adam suddenly kicked. Zayn dropped to the floor, clutching his crotch in pain, eyes rolling back, wrinkles bunching up on his forehead. "I win," Adam said, pulling his foot back and bowing slightly. The two women and three men stared, mouths open, at Adam's innocent face. Why did this guy always go for the weak spot? "No way, that doesn't count! You totally cheated, using a cheap shot!" Alice complained, frustrated. The three guys in suits felt their eyelids twitch. Looked like Zayn was headed to the hospital too. They made a mental note: if they ever had to fight this kid, they'd better protect their crotches. One kick from him and they'd be in the same agony. "So, you want to go again?" Adam asked seriously, stepping behind Zayn and raising his right foot toward Zayn's crotch. "I give up. Ms. Alice, I give up! No more, please!" Zayn trembled, still lying on the ground, unable to get up. The pain was making him break out in a cold sweat. If he kept fighting, who knew what other dirty tricks this kid had? Zayn wanted to live a little longer. "You win. That's enough. The contract is for six months. You're officially the Casson family's trial butler, starting today," Ariel said, stopping Adam. With a move like that, if he kept targeting weak spots, no one could beat him in a fight. "Ugh, I really don't want this guy as my butler." Alice pouted, clearly wanting to back out. "Nope. If you don't like what he's wearing, take him shopping. He can only wear casual clothes; no suits are allowed at school. I've made up my mind, and that's final." Ariel stood up and stretched, her chest pushing forward as she lazily headed back to her room, her heels clicking on the fancy wood floor. "Hmph." Alice pouted, shooting daggers at Adam. The three suit-wearing guys grabbed Zayn and rushed him to the hospital, hoping his crotch would be fine. "What's your name?" "Adam Lyson," Adam repeated for the third time, a bit exasperated. "From now on, you're my butler. You do whatever I say. If I tell you to go left, you go left. If I tell you to use the girls' bathroom, you do it. If I tell you to hit someone, you hit them. Got it?" Alice ordered, staring him down. "Got it," Adam said awkwardly. "Now I'm taking you shopping for some new clothes. Come on," Alice said, waving for Adam to follow her. "I don't have any money on me," Adam said honestly. He'd left his bag at the airport, so he was totally broke. "I'll pay. Let's go, I can't let you go out looking like that." Alice sighed, fiddling with her car keys. "Start the Silver Maserati in the backyard," she instructed, handing Adam the keys as they stepped outside. "I can't drive a Maserati," Adam confessed. In his days abroad, he only drove large SUVs across deserts or flat roads, often getting stuck in sand pits. Driving in the bustling streets of Jorwick seemed daunting. "You came to apply as a butler and can't drive?" Alice looked at Adam as if he were an alien. "I can drive, just not a Maserati," Adam clarified, emphasizing his point to the obstinate young woman before him. "Wait here, I'll drive," Alice conceded with a sigh, leaving Adam to fetch the car. "Oh," Adam mumbled, watching Alice's jeans-clad figure walk away, momentarily mesmerized. After a while, the roar of a silver Maserati approached, its shark-like front stopping before Adam. The window rolled down, revealing Alice in sunglasses, her angelic face framed by cascading hair. Her slender arms gripped the leather steering wheel, her shoulders draped in thin pink straps that led to a tempting neckline before disappearing into her jeans. "Get in." Alice snapped her fingers, motioning for Adam. "Oh," Adam replied, noticing the faint smile on Alice's lips. Despite her temper, she was indeed beautiful. He wondered what would happen if those pink straps suddenly snapped. He reached for the back door, only for Alice to stop him. "Sit in the front." "Why the front? Can't I sit in the back?" Adam asked, puzzled. "Sit in the front. It's an order," Alice insisted, raising her sunglasses to meet Adam's eyes. "Got it." Adam complied, circling the car to sit beside Alice, fastening his seatbelt. It was a habit formed over years of unpredictable driving with reckless companions. "Buckle up." Alice smirked, glancing at Adam before flooring the accelerator. The Maserati shot forward like a silver bullet. "Can you slow down a bit?" Adam, usually immune to car sickness, finally understood the sensation. Alice ignored him, pressing the pedal harder. "Please slow down. I'm getting carsick," Adam pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. The engine's roar and the blur of passing scenery were his only response. Adam covered his eyes, unable to watch. This woman was a maniac, a demon, and inhuman. Finally reaching the city center, the Maserati slowed due to traffic, but Adam's face was already ghostly pale. Despite the air-conditioned interior, sweat beaded on his forehead as his empty stomach churned. "I swear I'll never ride with you again," Adam declared, swallowing hard. It was the first time they had spoken since getting in the car. "No worries, you'll have plenty of chances to ride with me unless you don't want to be my butler," Alice replied, a sly grin forming. If she couldn't oppose her sister and mother, she'd force him out herself. "It's a threat," Adam, sharp as ever, recognized her intent. This young girl planned to drive him away. "What kind of clothes do you want?" Alice asked. "Uh, something casual, like what I'm wearing now," Adam indicated his worn-out attire. "Forget it. I'll choose for you. If you're going to be with me, you need to present yourself in a presentable manner. Don't embarrass me," Alice stated, unable to fathom how he wore such faded clothes without shame. Adam didn't bother to argue. She was paying, so he'd wear whatever she bought, as long as he wasn't paraded around in the nude.

Chapter 7: Car Sickness

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