The President's Pregnant, Ex-Wife-Chapter 17 – Tricked by the maid

Earlier on, Zayla decided to put her plans into action, feeling uncomfortable. Her cooking skills were terrible and the chef would be arriving in two days. Left with no option, she asked the maid for help, a little too rudely.

"Mae, right?" Zayla stopped the maid who was mopping the floor.

"Yes ma’am," the maid nodded and responded. Zayla bit her lips. She could not let the maid know about her weakness so she snarled,

"You are too slow with cleaning. Are you even a professional?"

The maid was confused. She was doing the job of three people and thought to be complimented and not reprimanded. "Ma’am, we are supposed to be three and the rest are late. This house is big."

"Shut up or I’ll fire you. You are a maid. Maids take instructions, they don’t talk back," Zayla back at her. The maid, who looked less than twenty years had tears in her eyes, except that she was strong enough to not let it fall.

"Sorry."

"To the kitchen. You have to help me to cook," Zayla demanded authoritatively.

"But ma’am," the wanted to let her know that it was not part of the contract she signed with the agency but Zayla did not give her the chance. If she wanted something, she just had to get it.

"I said shut up. It’s just pasta. You can’t say that you have not cooked it before. Now show me the steps," she dragged the maid to the kitchen and placed her demand. The maid was not stupid, seeing through her trick. She realized that the spoiled madam did not know how to cook. An evil smirk appeared at the corner of her lips. She was sure to report to the agency to send her to another house but this arrogant madam had to pay.

Zayla realized that the maid tricked her, kept telling her to add more salt and spice. The fire in Robin’s eyes burned. "You should not have cooked if you do not know how," He said in an irritable tone before picking the intercom and said,

"Aria, order food for me."

"Ha?" Aria was shocked. She did not know what her boss liked since he never ate in the office before. The only thing she usually served him was coffee. No one knew that anytime Robin ate breakfast at home, it carried him till he went back for supper. If he could not go home, then he’d endure the hunger. Since he had not eaten well for the past two days, it was now unbearable for him.

"Pasta will do," he said and hung up. He saw that Zayla was still sitting there in a dazed form. Not used to pampering a woman or being romantic, he said irritably, "I think you should go home and have some rest. I will join you later."

Zayla did not refuse. She already wanted to after the shame of not being able cook his favorite food right. It was good that Aria was not seated when she left the office due to how arrogantly she had entered form before.

At Robin’s penthouse, Zayla was on the phone after getting back from her visit to Robin’s office which had gone wrong. "Dad, I have been trying to reach you for hours."

"Sorry darling, you know the challenges in the company. If we don’t get five billion in two months, we would have to sell it."

Zayla smiled. The solution to her father’s problem was in the palm of her hand. "Don’t worry. Sabrina divorced Robin so he’s mine now."

"Hmmm, you are more competent than I thought," her father chuckled from the end of the line. He did not regret bringing Zayla back from Europe when his company was facing challenges. He was sure that if Robin’s father had not threatened Zayla to leave, she would have been the rightful Mr. Jewel.

"I know," Zayla said proudly, rubbing her stomach. It was the reason she had gotten this far in such a short time. With everything she achieved so far, she was sure that very soon, everyone in NY city would bow to her for her smartness.

"Now, get that villa too. I don’t care how you do it. Threaten him with an abortion or better still, let him marry you. Do anything to get that villa, do you understand?" Her father said seriously. All he wanted was the villa but her daughter was in love with Robin so it was a win-win situation.

"What exactly do we have in the villa?" Zayla asked. Her father has always mentioned the villa and she had been there. Aside from its luxuries which she could get in another one as Robin had promised, there was nothing special. It was the reason why she finally let it be when Robin mentioned that she had him. Now, the revelation of its worth made her shiver with regret.

"It’s something worth billions, if not trillions."

Zayla was in gear two at the news, never knowing before that the villa was worth that much. Blood drained from her face as she said,

"Dad, we lost the villa."