Chapter 151

Isabelle's expression became wary. "What do you want to tell me?"

The mischievous grin on Timothy's face caused a sense of apprehension to arise within her. She exclaimed, "Grandpa, you're not going to send me to this scoundrel's bed, are you?"

She was on the verge of tears. To the outside world, she was a cool and unfriendly woman one could only dream of or pine after. But in front of Marshall, she was just a young lady who dared not go against his word.

Marshall sighed, clearly exasperated. "What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of person did you take me for?"

"Then, what do you want from me?" Isabelle asked, still wary.

Marshall chuckled and said, "Well, Mr. Yeager and I had a small chat about that. You're going to serve as his personal maid for half a month."

"What?" Isabelle screamed in outrage. She felt dizzy and almost passed out. Being Timothy's personal maid and taking care of him was worse than death—this was outright degradation!

"No way! I won't do it! It's