The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 36 - Let’s call

My housemaid has always been like that.” Liam incredulously asked,

“She actually looked at you disdainfully!”

“So what?” Maureen replied,

“She’s naturally cross-eyed.”

Liam: “…” Liam, unable to hold back his frustration, exclaimed,

“She actually directly threw stuff into your arms!”

Maureen: “Otherwise, should she elegantly wave her hand, make a figure skating spin, and hand it to me while flying?”

Liam: ” Maureen: “Moreover, you’ve already driven her away, so stop being angry, okay?”

Liam, maintained his sullen look, but upon hearing Maureen’s half-coaxing, half-convincing tone, his expression eased up significantly.

He stretched his leg to hook a chair, folded his arms, and sat down, saying,

“You have my number, so call me if something like this happens again—” he paused, then added coldly, “or Niel.”

Niel hastily added, “Yes, call me!

I’m happy to serve beauty!

Your nanny is rather arrogant, isn’t she?

If something like this happens again, call me and I’ll discipline her for you!”

“I’ll call Niel then.”

Maureen thought it bad to bother Liam with such trivial things.

If the Williams family found out that she had their Liam drive off a nanny on her behalf, would they sue her for emotional distress?

She turned to Niel, “I haven’t saved your number yet.

Let’s take care of that now.” Niel immediately took out his phone.

Liam clenched his fist, coldly looking at Niel.

Niel pretended not to see him, and cheerfully exchanged numbers with Maureen.

Maureen, after removing her mask, was such a beauty that getting beaten up by Liam felt worth it.

Liam’s face darkened again, flipping the pages of his book loudly and disruptively,

“Have you finished exchanging numbers?

Class is about to start!

Can you show some discipline?”

Maureen, no longer as afraid of him as before, look up at the clock on the blackboard, puzzled: “There’s still five minutes left.” Liam:

“After swapping numbers, Maureen sat down, took out the day’s dessert from her bag, and handed it to him:

“Here.” Liam wasn’t overly pleased, giving Maureen a cold stare:

“You only made one serving today, didn’t you.” Maureen obediently nodded, “Yes, one portion.”

Yesterday, there were a lot of ingredients, so she made three portions.

The other two were given to Niel and another junior who had helped her a couple of days ago.

Liam was green with envy, so much so that he ignored her for a good half of the day.

His ignoring her slowed the growth of her Good.

Thus, Maureen only brought one portion today.

Only then did Liam’s expression relax.

He took the box and started eating with a small spoon.

The scent of the sweet treat wafted to Niel and the rest of the juniors, causing them to drool in envy.

After eating a couple of mouthfuls, Liam felt dissatisfied.

After some thought, he stood up suddenly as though inspired by a new thought, holding the box in his hand.

Maureen:

He then casually got up from his seat with the dessert in one hand, scooped up a spoonful of hazelnut cream and put it into his mouth.

He then made a leisurely round in the aisle with long strides.

With indignant righteousness, he announced, “Everyone, don’t move.

I am on duty today, just checking the hygiene.”

The entire class: Get lost!!!

It smells so delicious, we’re starving!!!

Maureen:

Who was the one talking about discipline earlier?

Satisfied, Liam swaggered back to his seat.

Maureen made some space for him to sit down.

Glancing at the dessert in his hand, she asked,

“Is it really delicious?”

Liam’s dessert was nearly all scooped clean, his gaze intently fixed on the transparent box in his hands.

Struggling with his little spoon, he scraped the last bit and said,

“It’s alright.” Maureen couldn’t help curling her lips and smiling.

Propping her head up with her left hand and leaning on the table, Maureen took her first proper look at him.

Every day, Liam sported a head of flamboyantly red hair that was a tad ludicrous.

But from the imprint of where his hair was flattened, one could tell whether he was merely sleep-deprived or completely insomniac.

If he had slept a bit, a tuft of hair at his forehead would stick out, and there would be a flattened mark at the back of his head.

However, Maureen observed, often there was no such mark on the back of his head the next day – had he stayed up all night?

Maureen was unsure whether, given the state of their relationship, she was in a position to ask.

Just before class commenced, Maureen pondered, and finally asked, unable to contain her curiosity,

“Why were you, downstairs just now, angrier than I was?

Could it be that…” Before Maureen could finish, Liam, holding his spoon, tensed up.

He then let out a “ha”, a single syllable chuckle, as if he had heard some outrageous joke, and dismissively said,

“Stop overthinking, it’s not, it’s not!

The reason I was angry is because you are my protege and someone dared to bully you right under my watch.

Understand?” Recalling the incident with Niel, Maureen realized that Liam always stood up for those he considered his equivalents or proteges.

She felt slightly touched, now what?

After exerting much effort, was she finally about to be officially taken under Liam’s wing?

“Since when did you…” Maureen wanted to ask Liam when he had officially started seeing her as his protege.

Don’t they usually have some ceremony to mark the initiation?

She didn’t have to do anything or make a blood pact or anything of the sort to directly join his gang?

Liam’s heart was racing, anxiety causing him to interrupt her abruptly:

“What?

What ‘since when’?

I haven’t accep—” He suddenly stopped, his entire body tensing up.

Maureen: “What?

” Liam abruptly turned around: “I haven’t done the laundry yet.”

Maureen: “Huh?” Maureen tried to ask again, but Liam blocked his face with a book, lightly pushing her head away, his fair neck turning red:

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“We’re in class, what on earth do you want, asking questions left and right?

You’ve started talking a lot since you stopped wearing your little mask.”

“What the hell does ‘little mask’ mean?

Maureen took the opportunity to cast a questioning glance at Liam while he wasn’t looking at her, as if to ask ‘what the hell are you thinking?’

She didn’t dare to show her displeasure in front of the classroom bully.

Niel sat a row behind them, sticking his head out like a turtle, whispering:

“It’s a nickname Liam gave you.

Since you’re his little sister, you should have a nickname.”

Maureen: “…what ugly name?

Fine.

It might sound unpleasant, but she didn’t really mind these little things.

“What is Liam called, just Liam?”

Just as Niel was about to answer, a rigid voice came from behind the book that Liam had propped up:

“You can give me a nickname.”

“Me?”

Maureen touched her own nose in disbelief.

Does she hold such a high position in the sect now?!

Are they treating her like a lieutenant?!

How is she qualified to give their boss a nickname?!

But since it’s like this, she looked at the red hair poking out from Liam’s book and casually said:

“Then let’s call you Redy” Liam: “…” Niel.”