Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father

Chapter 178

Chapter 178 S2| My Number One

"What if you meet a woman prettier than me? Sexier? Smarter? More powerful? More everything?"

Kara raised an eyebrow.

Frank shook his head firmly. "That's impossible, Kara. Even if there were, I would still consider her as

lower than you. You are always my number one."

Without realizing it, Kara's lips trembled. Compassion had welled up in her chest. Before Frank caught

it, she tightened her embrace again.

"Thanks, Frank," she whispered.

"I'm the one who should be thanking you."

Frank put his nose on Kara's shoulder, inhaling the scent he loved the most. In a blink of an eye, his

blood rushed to his groin.

"Kara, how about we go to the bedroom now?"

Feeling something pressing against her, Kara sighed in disbelief. "You're lucky Louis is still playing in

the back yard."

"Yeah, that's why we should hurry. Don't let anyone see and accuse me of needing to pee again."

Kara laughed even harder. Letting Frank take her hand, she ran along. She had forgotten about her

mother-in-law who was secretly peeking from the balcony window.

"Let's see how long you guys can last." Melanie snorted in disgust. After the couple disappeared

behind their bedroom door, she hurried down the stairs. The plan had to be changed. She just knew

that Kara wouldn't give up Harper's name just by incitement.

***

"What?" Barbara's eyes widened when she heard Melanie's explanation. “I have to make a portfolio?”

"Yes, Dear. We have no other choice. Your brother might get suspicious if I kept pushing him into giving

you a position.”

Barbara sighed in disbelief. “But, what should I write? I don't have any achievements. I even didn't

finish my study. Moreover, work experience. I have never created a single design.”

Melanie pursed her lips. Not finding a solution, she patted Barbara on her shoulder. “Just write as best

you can. Put a little lie if necessary, but don't be too obvious. You can do it. I entrust this important task

to you. Now, there are other things that I have to take care of.”

Barbara stared dumbfounded at her mother walking towards the door. "Mom?"

However, Melanie still went out and closed the door. Barbara tried to catch up, but her mother had run

as best she could towards the stairs. The girl could only grimace in annoyance.

“What should I write?” she muttered angrily. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

At that moment, Nora appeared from the door at the end of the hall. Just as the girl passed in front of

her, Barbara cleared her throat. “Hey, you!”

The servant startled. She checked around. There was no one other than Barbara and herself.

“Do you call me, Miss?”

“Yeah, who else? Come here!”

While Barbara went in to get something, Nora waited at the door. Cold sweat began to bead on the

back of her neck.

“Make me a portfolio!” Barbara handed Nora the laptop.

“Portfolio?” The young servant's eyes widened. “What is a portfolio?”

Barbara blinked stiffly. "You didn’t know? What did you use to apply for a job here?"

Nora blinked innocently. "I just submitted my personal data and then took part in the interview," she

answered slowly, afraid of making a mistake.

The corners of Barbara's lips twitched. “I thought the servants in this house were the chosen ones. It

turns out, you guys are the same as the servants in general? Low-educated and brainless?”

Nora lowered her head. Her fingers were interlaced politely in front of her stomach. “Sorry, Miss. I'm not

an educated person. But, if you need help, maybe you can meet Philip."

“Philip?” One of Barbara's eyebrows rose.

“Philip is the assistant of Young Master and Young Lady. Head of service and security in this house. He

was the most educated among us, and smart too. Because of that fact, he was chosen to replace

Mister Jeremy. Maybe he can help.”

Barbara fell silent for a moment. She remembered the young man who was always near the twins. “So,

he's their assistant too?” she muttered subconsciously.

After a moment of silence, she snorted. "Where is he now?"

Nora glanced at the clock. “It’s time for Young Master and Young Lady taking a nap. Philip must be

sitting on the east veranda. Would you like me to take you?”

Barbara raised her chin. "No."

After closing the bedroom door, Barbara left with her laptop. However, three steps away, she stopped.

“Where is the east veranda?” She glanced at Nora over her shoulder.

The servant flinched. Quick as lightning, she straightened her five fingers. “Towards the rising sun,

Miss.”

Barbara's expression turned sour. “I also know the sun rises from the east.”

Without saying thank you, she looked away. Nora could only stroke her chest.

“How can there be such an arrogant person in this house? Mr. and Mrs. Harper must be so unlucky.

They just married, but already faced with heavy burden."

***

Seeing Philip sitting casually facing the garden, Barbara snorted. “Hey, aren't you well paid? Why are

you lazing around here?"

Philip didn't answer. His gaze didn't even move from the tablet in his hand.

“Hey, I'm talking to you. Why not answer? Are you mute, hmm?” Barbara raised her voice.

However, Philip still acted as if she didn't exist. Annoyed, Barbara swung the laptop towards his arm.

This time, Philip could no longer remain silent. "Hey, why did you hit me?"

Barbara lifted her chin. “It’s your own fault! I asked you twice, but you didn't answer."

“I'm not Hey. My name is Philip. Did you call me just now? No, right? I didn't even know there was

someone named Hey in this house.”

Barbara gasped. “You dare argue? You don't even speak formally to me?”

A sigh of disbelief escaped her mouth. “You're not afraid of being fired, huh? I could have reported you

to my brother.”

Barbara started laughing. Her voice was flat and full of sarcasm. "You're challenging me?"

Philip's forefinger suddenly shot up. “One more thing you need to know. I'm not here to relax. I monitor

daily reports and make plans for the next week.”

Philip shook the tablet in his hand. Barbara glanced as if indifferent. "I need your help." She opened a

new topic.

Philip's eyes narrowed. “You dare ask for help after berating me?”

Barbara shrugged. "I'm the young lady in this house, while you are the assistant. It's only natural that

you help me.”

“Jeez ….” Philip laughed mockingly. “Who said you were the young lady of this house? Sorry if I sound

rude, but this needs to be straightened out.”

Suddenly, Philip put the tablet on the table and got up from the chair. Barbara was now forced to look

up to maintain her sharp gaze.

Barbara gasped in disbelief. "A-are you threatening me?"