140: Chapter 140 This is a hot potato, but also a talisman.

Chen Yuan rubbed his throbbing temples and stepped back from the floor-to-ceiling window.

She was no mere First Daughter; she was an absolute handful.

Victor stood to the side, not daring to make a sound, cold sweat still clinging to his chubby face.

The significance of that phone call was just too high; his legs were still shaking even now.

"Boss, are we really going to keep this little ancestor here?"

Victor swallowed hard and leaned in.

"If those politicians or agents outside find out, Elysium Manor will definitely be leveled by missiles!"

Chen Yuan picked up the coffee on the table, which had gone completely cold, and downed it in one gulp.

The bitter liquid slid down his throat, causing his irritable heart to cool rapidly.

"Leveled by missiles?"

Chen Yuan sneered, his eyes filled with a playful look that saw through everything.

"Victor, did those Zombie Dogs eat your brain?"

"As long as she is still breathing here, even if The Pentagon puts cannons right at our doorstep, they'll have to obediently turn off the safety!"

She was, after all, the daughter of the current President of America.

On the assassination lists of those political enemies, she was a political nuclear bomb that could detonate the general election at any moment.

But as long as she was within the territory of the Umbrella Corporation.

She was a solid gold immunity token.

"Hasn't the FBI been investigating closely lately? Haven't those annoying CIA pests been sending drones to hover over our heads every day?"

Chen Yuan walked to the sand table and tapped hard on the perimeter of the manor's model.

"Now, there's no need to fear."

"With this First Daughter walking dogs in the yard."

"Do you believe that tomorrow morning, federal agents will proactively come over to help us trim the perimeter lawn?"

Victor's small eyes suddenly lit up.

This calculation was too brilliant!

As long as a hot potato is handled properly, it becomes the toughest talisman in all of America!

Just as the two were calculating how to squeeze every bit of value out of this immunity token.

"Bang!"

The heavy mahogany door of the office was kicked open.

Jennifer walked in swaggering, wearing that oversized men's shirt and barefoot.

She was still clutching half a carrot that she hadn't finished eating; clearly, she had swiped it from the kitchen just now.

"Chen Yuan! I'm bored to death!"

This young lady, who had been protected like a giant panda by the Secret Service since she was a child, had no image to speak of.

She plopped onto the expensive leather sofa, propping her long, fair legs up high.

"Besides those weird-looking big dummies, there isn't even a living person who can talk in this damn manor of yours!"

"That woman named Alice is just like a poker-faced robot!"

She took an angry bite of the carrot, chewing it with a crunch.

"I ran away from home! I came here to pursue freedom and excitement!"

Jennifer pointed at Chen Yuan's nose, issuing orders in a righteous manner.

"Hurry up and think of a way to play with me!"

"Otherwise, I'll pull out the teeth of those monsters of yours every day!"

Victor gasped, wishing he could plug his ears on the spot.

The person who dared to speak to the big boss of Umbrella in such a tone.

The last one already had grass two meters high on their grave.

Chen Yuan turned around to look at this bossy little girl.

His expression was terrifyingly calm.

There was no warmth in those deep black eyes, only a cold, condescending scrutiny.

This gaze made Jennifer's arrogant aura instantly wither by thirty percent.

She subconsciously pulled back her propped-up legs, her toes curling uneasily on the wool carpet.

"Why... why are you looking at me like that?" Jennifer said, trying to bolster her courage.

Chen Yuan didn't speak.

With steady strides, he walked slowly in front of her.

His imposing height completely shrouded her in shadow.

"Play?"

Chen Yuan's voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable coldness.

"Your Highness, have you forgotten what place this is?"

"This is Umbrella, a place that eats people without spitting out the bones. This is not your White House playground."

Chen Yuan suddenly reached out.

Without any tenderness, he pinched her delicate, small chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Your father entrusted you to me only to save your life."

"And not for me to be your full-time nanny."

Jennifer was in pain from the pinch, and her eyes instantly filled with tears of grievance.

Growing up, even the President didn't dare to speak loudly to her.

This man actually dared to treat her so roughly!

"You're hurting me! Let go!"

She struggled desperately, using both hands to pry at Chen Yuan's wrist.

But she found that his hand was as immovable as an iron clamp.

Chen Yuan sneered and abruptly let go.

Jennifer lost her balance, fell onto the soft sofa cushion, and kept rubbing her reddened chin.

"Put away that young lady temper of yours."

Chen Yuan looked down at her from his height, his eyes full of undisguised contempt.

"I never keep idlers here."

"Even if you are the First Daughter, if you eat my food and drink my drinks, you have to pay the price."

Jennifer was stunned.

She had lived in an environment where she was the center of attention since childhood, and everything was within easy reach.

The phrase 'pay the price' was as foreign to her as an alien language.

"You... what price do you want?"

Jennifer bit her lip, a flicker of panic flashing in her eyes.

She glanced at Chen Yuan's handsome yet dangerous face.

Suddenly, some R-rated, inappropriate scenes from Hollywood movies popped into her mind.

"I'm warning you!"

She clutched the collar of her shirt tightly, her voice trembling, "I am the President's daughter! If you dare to do anything to me..."

"Put away your filthy fantasies."

Chen Yuan ruthlessly interrupted her, the disgust in his eyes enough to pierce her self-esteem.

"With your scrawny figure, you're not even as interesting to look at as the Zombie Dogs outside."

Jennifer's face instantly turned bright red.

This was simply the most vicious insult to a girl!

Just as she was about to explode.

Chen Yuan turned and walked toward the storage cabinet nearby.

He pulled open the cabinet door and ripped out a coarse cloth apron originally prepared for the entry-level cleaning staff.

Then he turned around and threw it over without any courtesy.

"Slap!"

It carried a pungent smell of mothballs.

The apron slammed directly onto Jennifer's pretty little face.

Jennifer scrambled to pull the apron off, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"What... what is the meaning of this?"

"What do you want me to do?!"

She looked at the rough fabric in her hand, then at Chen Yuan, barely able to believe her ears.

The dignified First Daughter of America.

Was actually thrown a cleaning apron?

Chen Yuan had both hands in his suit trouser pockets.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree.

His eyes held a hint of the ultimate pleasure of stepping on top-tier nobility.

"Want to stay?"

He sneered.

A devilish, cruel arc curled at the corners of his mouth.

"You can."

"Put it on."

Chen Yuan lifted his chin slightly and pointed toward the door.

His voice was cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Go and wash the dishes in the kitchen first."