Chapter 1110 Treating Iris as a Servant

Maybe he was not as unfeeling as she had thought? Was he enchanted by her allure and wished for her to stay?

Iris’ wonderings about Joseph's intentions were interrupted when he said, "Set out the meal for me and take out the trash. I hate bad odors lingering in my room."

Her eyes narrowed and disbelief crossed her face. A blush of embarrassment filled her cheeks. ‘Is he treating me like some servant? I'm dressed to the nines here! Would it kill him to just look at me? Maybe talk to me a little?'

However, objecting was not an option. She had to secure her place at the Whitman Group.

Taking a deep breath, Iris obliged. As she bent over to unwrap the takeout, she stole glances at Joseph. He got up from his chair and headed to the water dispenser. She then tilted her shoulder just enough for her coat to slip down, exposing her smooth, porcelain back. He should be able to see it from his vantage point.

The next second, Iris felt a cold stare upon her and internally rejoiced. However,