After being employed for three months, Miss Offie felt that she had finally begun to adapt to the life of a British butler with accents.

For this reason, she even borrowed a real British butler from the talkative Vice President Leonard.

Mr. Ferguson is a top aristocratic life management expert. He has been listening to aristocratic teaching since childhood. He started as a horse boy and served as kitchen assistant, gardener's assistant, tailor's assistant, attendant, secretary, and art housekeeper for 30 years. He was promoted to the second housekeeper of the Parker family, responsible for taking care of the daily life of the jazz when he went abroad with Sir Parker.

After listening to this resume, any meticulous butler should know that Mr. Ferguson was the teacher Chuck had selected for Orphee, but Orphee didn't know, really didn't know, and didn't have any associations.

So from the first day of meeting, Mr. Ferguson concluded that Offie could not be a top butler.

However, what should I say?

Miss Offie is beautiful, natural and delicate, and she has an intellectual face suitable for glasses. Many nouveau riche who lack the foundation cannot appreciate the beauty of top butlers. In contrast, she is like Miss Offie. The type of excellent housekeepers makes them even more eager.

Isn't the adventurous and pagan Mr. Drake a typical sea nouveau riche?

All the puzzles are solved.

Mr. Ferguson, who thought he had seen everything, quickly developed a learning plan for Miss Ofi, focusing on performance, manners and demeanor, while giving up all the professional skills.

Then he found that Miss Offie was learning things very fast and unexpectedly erudite.

She almost learned skills such as gardening, livestock, kitchen, tailoring, personnel management, accounting and registration, and she was able to draw inferences from one another. She was hopelessly stupid in terms of taste and observing words and colors.

Miss Offie also quickly summed up the principles of the British butler's work, just one word, take it.

Hold the voice, hold the posture, hold the posture, hold the expression, the so-called necessary skills are almost the same as what she learned when running the hotel, as for the remaining boring things... nothing more.

One month later, the master and the disciple were separated, and each felt that life was not wasted and the goal was successfully achieved.

Miss Offie was sublimated.

Facing the black slaves on the plantation, she floated in the clouds like faith; when faced with the farmhands who were also on the plantation, she fell into the mortal world like a saint.

In front of the Indian servants, she was not irritable, speaking slowly, and when she came to the white employees who were equal to her, she was like a spring breeze, smiling pleasantly.

Her status in the manor is soaring. She no longer encounters runs and alienation. All she can feel is warmth and respect.

If so, that would be great...

Well, in all fairness, the expectations of the plantation and Miss Offie's hearts are still very close.

It's just that Lucy Manor is somewhat different from the traditional English Manor. It lacks strict and normal hierarchy, and even lacks necessary discipline and restraint.

The Indians regard this place as a tribe. Apart from working hard to complete their work, they like celebrations and singing.

They also like to avoid Miss Orphee, because Miss Orphee doesn't allow them to do this or that, whether it is chattering or speaking softly.

Struggle is a pleasure.

They admitted that they did not hate this straightforward Irish girl.

It is precisely because of her presence that they cherish the celebration and singing in front of them even more. It is like being in the jungle with a beast servo. The feeling that the heart beats and the happiness will be interrupted at any time makes people want to stop.

What's more, Miss Offie never criticized them too much, because she obviously hated loose white people more than happy Indians.

Daddy Dylan who likes fishing, Papa Hill who likes to sleep, Papa Barto who likes to drink, the Indian servants privately referred to them as the three hells of McCarthy Butler.

Every time to go to the pier is a nightmare for Miss Offie, whether it is before, during or after the sublimation, this feeling has not changed in the slightest.

These three old guys would always stare at her with their cloudy eyes, ignoring her, half-dead.

Of course, this was not aimed at her, including Mr. Ferguson who managed her presentation staff and the distinguished President Parker, many people who looked for them uncomfortable have been stared at by this silent contempt.

When Lorraine was away, the only exceptions were Vice President Leonard and Vice Admiral Alves, who had shared experiences with them.

This makes Miss Offie extremely lonely.

Being on the isolated island of the manor, the only civilization of her kind regarded her as a nearby species. What Miss Offie felt was this kind of philosophical loneliness.

Fortunately, the talkative Vice President Leonard helped her again.

At the end of May, the number of white people in the manor suddenly increased, not because Lorraine and his crew returned, but because the family members of the three hells were picked up by Vice President Leonard.

Three families, ten new members, Dylan’s wife and two daughters, Hill’s wife and two sons and one daughter, and Barto’s wife and one pair of children.

Three beautiful small buildings with red roofs and white walls were built on the sunny **** not far from the dock, and the manor became bright overnight.

The three wives are very good people, very simple and capable. They have received the work of the manor in the hands of Offi as soon as they can. More importantly, they all have a loud voice and will protect Offi, even if they are Dylan, who owes the most to them, can only be small and be cautious in front of them.

The children's time in the manor is not long.

On the third day of check-in, both boys and girls packed up early, ready to travel to Kingston for admission.

It was the first time that Offie heard that the Drake Chamber of Commerce had its own technical school. Sailors who signed a long contract like the Three Hells could also enroll a child for free.

But without exception, they choose to enroll all their children at their own expense, because even if not every child wants to work in the Chamber of Commerce, the Chamber of Commerce school is the best choice for them to enroll.

After graduating there, boys can go directly on the ship, girls can enter the trade business, and those who are smart and studious can easily be recommended by celebrities, and they can enter the ideal university with a high school diploma recognized by the whole of Europe.

This is the hope Lorraine sowed for his core employees. It didn't cost much, but the effort was enough to move everyone.

Most of the children in the Drake Chamber of Commerce are busy. They can only go home two days a week on weekends, and they often fail to travel due to distance, schoolwork and other reasons.

But even so, Offi was lucky enough to get to know her first friend of the same **** of similar age in her life.

Monica is Dylan’s eldest daughter. She is as independent and strong as Offie. She is only 20 years older than Offie. She likes literature, music and theology. After graduating from the Chamber of Commerce School, she voluntarily gave up the opportunity for promotion and stayed. Become a teaching assistant in school.

This time, she didn’t need to come to the New World as an adult. It was only because the Kingston branch school was first established and the newly appointed teachers needed a group of experienced teaching assistants to assist in teaching. She was recommended by Southampton with a high score. The reason for work transfer was reunited with my family.

Miss Offie liked her very much.

The same sex, the same age, can talk to each other and exchange many unknown troubles and secrets. Such a feeling is fascinating and unfamiliar to Offi, which makes her fascinated by it and cannot extricate herself from it.

She knew that half of the new life in this manor came from Monica, and the other half came from the increasingly handy work and the three beautiful small buildings on the sunny slope.

"Maybe I can also build the same small building there instead of living in an empty villa..."

As he thought, Ofi walked out of the manor happily and reservedly.

Today is the weekend, the children will be back at noon, and Monica will also be back, because picking up the children is originally one of the assistants' jobs, for her it is a matter of public and private.

And Offi also has to go to the gate to welcome those children, because children are different from employees, and it is the job of a housekeeper to welcome guests. To be able to welcome Monica back by the way is also a matter of public and private for Offi.

When she walked out of the villa in this way, she suddenly heard a unique call from the porch.

"Yeah, bad temper."

Offie's eyebrows smiled sharply: "Ah, starving ghost."

After waiting for a long time, Bell rolled his eyes and straightened up from the edge of the eaves pillar: "Grumpy, you are going... By the way, this weekend, you should pick up the kids again."

"Your rhetoric, can I think you are suspicious of my ability to execute my job?"

"Not at all!" Bell waved his hands in embarrassment.

"Since it's not, goodbye."

With a word of goodbye, Ofi turned his head and left.

Bell did not expect that the opening remarks that had been concocted for more than half an hour would be cut with a throat, and he subconsciously chased him out, winning in front of Orphee in three steps and two steps.

"Ill temper!"

Miss Offie braked immediately, backed up, put her knees, chest protector, and nodded, in a state of alert.

"What are you doing!"

Bell's sanity came back... stepped back, stretched his legs, raised his chest, scratched his head, in regret.

"That... uh... what... anyway..."

His thief glanced at him, suddenly his eyes lit up.

"I think the neckline of your dress is a little bit down. It happened that when Martinique was fighting secretly, I bought a brooch from a good shop. If you don't mind..."

"Doesn't the weight of the brooch make the neckline fall more?"

"Uh..." Bell said poorly. He gritted his teeth and took out a palm-sized gilt rose from his pocket, turned it over and handed it over, "Anyway, don't go, I think it suits you!"

Offie took it suspiciously, and took it in his palms and took a closer look.

The brooch has a certain weight~lightnovelpub.net~ The flower show is very big and works beautifully, but the material is not very good.

This means that it is likely to be a gift carefully selected from a small shop in a small place. It may not be expensive enough, but it carries the sincere heart of the chooser...

It's just... why give it to me?

Ofie lowered his eyes in confusion, just seeing his chest.

Today's dress is rosy, has a beautiful wide open collar, just right revealing a half-white and brilliant breast, wantonly demonstrating her proud charm of being born as a woman.

But as Bell said, the tailor's treatment of the neckline is obviously a little loose, and it does not fit the undulating curve of the chest well. It is somewhat inadequate...

and many more!

Heavy brooch, loose neckline...

Miss Offie's face changed suddenly, and she threw the brooch far away as soon as she raised her hand!

"Frivolous! Indecent! Shameless! Aren't you ashamed! Humph!"

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