"Hi, I'm Renee Toland." She introduced herself.

If she wanted to escape, maybe this old butler could help her.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Toland!" The butler smiled kindly at Renee.

Zack led her to the dining room.

The hall they walked through was about 1,000 square meters.

Renee was not too surprised.

She had heard of this residence of the Wrights which was rumored as luxurious as a palace.

Located at the southern border of Wright City, it held up an area of about 100,000 square meters. Behind the palace-like residence was a thick forest and various training courts.

It was comparable to an ancient royal palace.

Today Renee only saw the tip of the iceberg.

They sat at a large rectangular dining table.

She was not in a mood to look at the food that spread on it.

But she was more certain of Zack's mysophobia.

Renee reached out, picked up a loaf of bread, and sent it to her mouth. Then Zack's furious voice came over, "Are you a woman? Did you wash your hands? Do you eat with your hands? Disgusting!"

Renee was stunned, but her eyes curved up.

He indeed suffered from mysophobia!

When the maids handed him things just now, they all wore new sterilized gloves. After the items were delivered, they immediately changed into new ones and waited for his instructions.

His mysophobia was insufferable.

Ignoring the man, Renee continued to grab food with her hands.

He would get mad!

Then he would kick her out.

Noticing her indifference, Zack smacked the table, shaking the tableware. It was a sign of his rage.

"Sterilize her!" Unhappily, Zack lifted his angular thin.

Immediately, three maids walked to Renee.

Against her will, they sprayed a disinfectant solution on her hands again and again. Then some unknown liquid was brought over, and her hands were washed repeatedly.

They didn't stop until Renee felt that her skin almost fell off.

Frightened by the complicated procedure and potential poison, she had to cut the bread into small pieces and fork them into her mouth.

Zack shot an indifferent glance at her, "If you dare to use your hands again, I'll have them chopped off!"

... Renee was lost for words.

Why did she run into such an asshole?

After the meal, Renee watched the hands cleaning procedure going on all over again.

Gosh!

Didn't he find his life stressful?

The man was so sick that he forced her to wash her hands again.

She watched the unknown liquid and wondered if her hands would rot.

Whatever!

Her priority was to find a way to escape on her own.

"From now on, she's in charge of the bedroom's hygiene." Zack looked at Carson.

"Yes, sir." The butler nodded with a smile.

She?

Who?

Renee blinked her clear eyes.

The room was so large!

How was it possible that she could do the job?

Different from Renee's shock, the maids in the villa all looked resentfully at her after Zack turned away.

They rarely had a chance to enter Mr. Wright's bedroom, and now their right was deprived as soon as she came.

Zack walked in the front. Wasn't he going to torture and retaliate against the woman?

Was cleaning even a kind of torture?

Her hands were so small and soft. So, cleaning up such a large room might be torturous to her!

The worst was yet to come!

He had various ways to make her life a living hell!

Renee followed the man and kept her eyes low.