141: Chapter 141 Since you're refusing to leave, then go wash the dishes.
A rough canvas apron slid down Jennifer's pert nose, carrying the scent of cheap industrial detergent, and landed heavily on her fair instep.
The air in the entire office froze completely at that moment.
Jennifer widened her emerald-green eyes, staring at the apron on the floor in disbelief, then looked up at the cold-eyed Oriental man before her.
Her pretty face, flushed with anger, was filled with a sense of absurdity at this moment.
"What did you ask me to do?" Her voice rose an octave, sharp and shrill, as if she had heard something completely unbelievable. "Go to the kitchen and wash dishes?"
"I am the First Daughter! The princess of America!" Jennifer pointed at her own nose, shaking with rage. "These hands have never even washed my own hair, and you actually want me to wash those greasy, dirty dishes?!"
Chen Yuan stood where he was, one hand tucked into his suit pocket.
He looked down at the hysterical young lady, his expression devoid of any ripples.
"Here, there is no First Daughter, and certainly no princess."
Chen Yuan's voice was extremely calm, yet it carried an unquestionable dominance and cold-bloodedness: "In the Umbrella base, there are only two types of people. One is employees who can create value, and the other is useless corpses."
He leaned down slightly, his deep black eyes piercing straight into Jennifer's. "Which one do you want to choose?"
Jennifer was stung by the murderous intent in his eyes and took a half-step back.
She bit her lower lip, still refusing to back down. "Do you dare to touch me? My father just called you, and you promised to protect me!"
"I promised to protect your life, but I didn't promise to treat you like an ancestor to be worshipped."
Chen Yuan sneered and turned to look at Victor standing to the side. "Victor, since this young lady is unwilling to work, put her in a sack and throw her out through the manor's sewer."
"Yes, Boss!" Victor immediately stepped forward, making a move to grab Jennifer's arm.
"Don't touch me!" Jennifer screamed, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She looked at Chen Yuan's merciless face and finally realized that this man was not bound by any political rules.
If she continued to make a scene, he would really treat her like trash and throw her out the gate to face the wolf-like political enemies and killers outside.
"I'll wash… I'll wash, okay!"
Jennifer's eyes reddened with grievance.
She bent down resentfully and used two fingers to gingerly pick up the apron, which smelled of mothballs, as if she were holding a dead mouse.
Ten minutes later, in the underground kitchen of Elysium Manor.
The lunch hour for those hungry wolves of the Umbrella Guard had just ended.
In the massive stainless-steel sink, a mountain of plates was stacked higher than a person, covered in leftovers, thick black pepper sauce, and congealed steak grease.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of fermenting food scraps.
Jennifer stood in front of the sink, wearing a cleaning apron that was as big as a sack on her.
She wore a pair of yellow rubber gloves, her whole body stiff as a board.
"Get to work, Your Highness."
Chen Yuan pulled over a high stool and sat down not far from the sink.
He held a cup of freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee in his hand, sat with his legs crossed, and looked as lazy as if he were enjoying a wonderful comedy movie.
Jennifer glared at him through gritted teeth.
She closed her eyes, held her breath, and reached into the pile of greasy plates as if resigned to her fate.
"Sss—"
She clumsily turned on the faucet.
A high-pressure jet of water instantly gushed out, slamming hard against a stainless-steel soup basin, splashing a sky full of oil-and-water mixture.
"Ah!"
Jennifer screamed, unable to dodge in time, and the oily water splashed directly onto her face.
Her originally smooth and brilliant blonde hair instantly became soaked, and a few vegetable leaves stubbornly hung on her collarbone, which she was so proud of.
Chen Yuan sat behind her and let out a merciless sneer.
"Did the White House's nutritious meals eat away your IQ?" Chen Yuan took a sip of coffee, his tone full of disdain. "Even the mutated Zombie Dog at my front door knows to turn the faucet down a little. Your dishwashing technique is like a zombie doing ballet."
"Shut up!"
Jennifer was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes.
She wiped the water off her face indiscriminately, but the grease on her rubber gloves smeared her originally fair cheeks, making her look like a cat with a smudged face.
She angrily grabbed a white porcelain plate, picked up a steel wool scourer, and began to scrub hard.
Because she used too much force, the plate, covered in dish soap, was as slippery as a loach in her hands.
"Clang!"
A crisp shattering sound echoed in the kitchen.
The exquisite white porcelain plate fell directly to the ground, shattering into a dozen pieces.
Jennifer was startled and stood there at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong.
"High-end custom-made bone china from Limoges, France. Each plate costs five hundred dollars." Chen Yuan glanced at the shards on the floor and announced the price expressionlessly.
He took out his phone and tapped the screen a few times: "I will put this on your tab. It will be deducted from your future salary."
"Five hundred dollars?! Why don't you just rob someone!" Jennifer widened her eyes and roared in exasperation. "How many days do I have to wash dishes to pay for one broken plate?"
"That's your problem, not mine." Chen Yuan shrugged, his eyes cold. "Keep washing. If you break another one, you'll be sleeping in the basement storage room tonight."
Jennifer bit her lip hard, and tears finally couldn't help but fall drop by drop.
Since she was little, even if she broke a priceless antique vase in the White House, her father, the President, would gently comfort her and ask if she had hurt her hand.
But now, this cold-blooded devil was actually threatening her over a plate!
But she didn't dare to resist anymore.
She could only sob while carefully picking up the second plate.
That downtrodden look, combined with her little face smeared with grease, created a strangely adorable contrast.
Watching her appear extremely aggrieved yet forced to bow her head, Chen Yuan actually felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
This process of disciplining top-tier elites who were once high and mighty, and personally shattering their pride, was indeed much more interesting than simple slaughter.
"The corner on the left isn't clean, wash it again."
"Too much foam, are you planning to throw a bubble bath party in the kitchen?"
"Hurry up, my Umbrella Guard is about to eat dinner. If they find there are no clean plates to use, I won't mind throwing you out to appease their anger."
Chen Yuan's voice kept ringing in Jennifer's ears like a curse, continuously destroying her last line of psychological defense.
Two whole hours.
Jennifer felt like her waist was about to break, and her hands were soaked white and wrinkled inside the rubber gloves.
She held up a plate that she had just rinsed clean, turned her head, and her red eyes were filled with despair and pleading.
"I… I really can't wash anymore…"
Her voice was hoarse, tears mixed with sweat streaming down, and she looked pitiful to the extreme.
Just as Chen Yuan was about to mock her a couple more times and squeeze out some more remaining value from this young lady.
"Woo—!!!"
An extremely sharp, extremely shrill red air-raid siren ripped through the tranquility of Elysium Manor without warning.
This was definitely not an ordinary intrusion alarm.
This was the highest-level war alert that the Red Queen would only trigger when detecting large-scale armed forces capable of threatening the manor's defense system!
The playfulness on Chen Yuan's face vanished instantly, and he slammed his coffee cup onto the table.
"Bang!"
The kitchen door was slammed open.
Victor rolled in like an out-of-control meatball, his face as pale as paper, scrambling to get to Chen Yuan.
"Bo… Boss! Something big has happened!"
Victor panted, his voice distorted by extreme terror. "The outer perimeter has been breached! A squad of black armored vehicles without license plates smashed through our electronic barricades and is charging toward the main building!"
Chen Yuan frowned sharply, his eyes instantly becoming as sharp as blades.
"Where did that convoy come from? The FBI or The Pentagon?"
"Neither!" Victor swallowed hard and pointed at the surveillance screen, at the short-haired woman in a capable professional suit stepping out of the lead vehicle.
His voice was trembling: "It's… It's The First Lady!"
"She brought the dead soldiers from the Presidential Secret Service and is coming to kill us!"