Elizabeth didn't say anything. After a while, she finally spoke quietly, "Two thousand times, due tomorrow."
Peter said, "Everyone wanted to see you after you came back. Of course, I stopped them all. Given how hard I've been working, can we skip the punishment of copying sentences?"
"Three thousand times."
Elizabeth nonchalantly replied.
Peter closed his mouth. If he continued to argue, it'd probably end up being four thousand times.
He regretted his loose lips.
Elizabeth lazily asked, "Why are you here?"
Peter touched his lips, feeling like he was surely being disliked.
He mumbled, "Oh, I came to see if you were being bullied or not..."
His voice faded as he spoke, feeling embarrassed.
Boss was not someone who could be bullied; rather, she'd intellectually crush anyone who tried.
However, previously, that one, who is it?
Linda had tried to harass Elizabeth. It was from that moment that he suspected the Wilson family might not treat Elizabeth well. So, he decided to visit her himself today.
Someone who was a treasure to many has now humbled herself to come to your home, and how dare you not treat her well?
Peter thought these people must be out of their minds.
Luckily, Sir and Lady Wilson seemed to be good people; their only issue was their poor judgment in letting Linda bounce around in front of Elizabeth.
After pondering for a moment, Elizabeth said, "Nobody's bullying me."
Peter couldn't believe it. "They've insulted you to your face, and you think you're not being bullied."
Elizabeth spoke earnestly, "We're adults. Sometimes, kids act out and it's understandable. But when it goes too far, some discipline is necessary. That's why I didn't stop you from showing off in front of Linda."
Peter was speechless.
Peter silently thought that Elizabeth seemed to forget she was only eighteen.
However, if one day she told him she was a thousand-year-old demon, he wouldn't doubt it for a second.
"You're still the same," he finally said.
Peter remarked, "You never seem to worry about anything; you're too calm to be normal."
Elizabeth responded honestly, "That's because I'm not normal to begin with."
Peter was speechless.
Indeed, Elizabeth did seem rather unusual.
However, his irritation was palpable, "Regardless, anyone daring to cross you, no matter their age, deserves to be squashed."
Elizabeth sternly responded, "We can't break the law."
Peter didn't know what to say.
Alright then.
Although Elizabeth appeared gentle and quiet, she could be extremely frustrating. He really worried too much.
He sighed inwardly. He lacked the face of a doting mother but constantly wore the heart of one.
Peter returned to the main point, "When did you get on such good terms with the Williams family? They've been wanting to collaborate with you. Do they know your identity?"
Elizabeth shook her head, "They think I'm a student of Mr. Lawrence."
Peter chuckled, "The very collaborator they're looking to find is right in front of them. They'll likely regret not recognizing you later."
His smile vanished, changing the tone, "Did you take Alexander home?"
Elizabeth nodded in acknowledgment.
Peter frowned, uncomfortable. However, before he could dwell on his feelings, Elizabeth continued.
"He cleaned my house for me. I offered him three hundred dollars, but he didn't take it."
"You're saying, the CEO of Williams Enterprises, did menial labor, cleaning your house?"
He must've misheard.
Elizabeth, "Yes."
Peter wondered if Alexander had been switched out, "Is he intentionally getting close to you?"
"Alexander still holds a grudge because you didn't accept him as a student back then. Why did you reject him?"
Elizabeth, with her eyelashes cast down, looked ethereal in the dim moonlight that spread across her pale face.
After a moment, she moved her lips.