Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 85 - 85

Viktor was happy that his new boss paid attention to him while Kyle frowned internally thinking his mission just got harder.

They entered the car and Cyra put it on automatic and set the destination. She closed her eyes, falling asleep while enjoying the breeze blowing through the opened window.

The car drove through a rocky paved road, towards the Mansion direction. It took three hours for them to finally see the shadow of the Mansion.

Cyra opened her eyes as soon as the car stopped, her eyes were sharp and clear despite her lazy aura, they both noticed this, and Kyle's eyes flashed with undescribed emotion and returned to normal.

Cyra came out, and she felt her neck stiff, using one hand she massaged it, for her side view saw Zane walking towards her.

They watched as their boss's aura became approachable and warm after seeing the man walking towards them.

"Afternoon love, hope you slept well." She said softly as her fingers moved the stray hairs behind his ears. Zane smiled and nodded his head in response, his sharp eyes looked over her shoulders, and motioned with his head at them.

"Wife..." he was about to ask, but he saw cars stopped with more people coming down. He now remembered today was the day they would employ people.

"This is my husband, anything he says goes. Introduce yourselves." Her tone was still indifferent but this time a little warmer. Some of them thinking of using a beauty trap to get her- had more confidence in their plans.

Cyra not knowing their thoughts, played with Zane's fingers as they introduced themselves.

She gave them their work position, Kyle was the butler and a dark-skinned woman who was different from the rest due to her chef abilities. She made her the head chef of the Mansion but she has to find a dessert chef later.

Viktor was a gardener, an important position to grow her flowers. She has to take time to bring it out from her space for him to grow them.

Everyone had a position and headed to the staff quarters, going to the room assigned to them with a plaque of the work position written on it, it was hung on the the door.

Kyle found his room and opened it with his code given after scanning the plaque. He opened his door and found everything present in the room, both with a small kitchen and bathroom.

He opened up his wardrobe and saw a uniform: a black soft butler suit.

He put it on and felt the quality of the material which had stretched to fit its wear's body. He looked at himself in the body-length digital mirror, checking himself for any problem.

He arranged his cuffs to make it symmetric, his appearance was to the tee without any hair out of place. Before he was satisfied.

He summoned his beast pulled off his clothes and folded them into squares.

"Meow... Master where are we?" Blue stretched and limped on top of the table, waiting for his master's response, his eyes scanned everywhere, taking in his new surroundings.

"Desire island. And am a butler here, in charge of everything in the Mansion and over the other staffs." He wondered to himself why this woman would give him such an important position, basically handing everything to him.

He was not happy one bit of the freedom he had instead he felt more worried and anxious, feeling everything was out of order.

"Congratulations, Master you are closer to your goal. Meow..." Blue said but didn't feel any happiness coming from him and wondered if something happened when he was asleep.

Kyle shook those depressing thoughts away from his mind. Dragging his bags on the bed he opened it and gently brought out a brown box and opened it with a code.

Inside were pairs of glittering knives, in different shapes and sizes, ranging from their sharpness and arranged in perfect order starting from their length.

His mood regained its calmness and his eyes sparkling as he wore his gloves picking up one of his knives. He held the knife out in the air and it showed its sharp edge filled with coldness.

Blue saw his master in one of his moods and he climbed to the opened window and basked under the afternoon sun as growled under its throat in pleasure.

Zane back in the house paced back and forth, his eyes always glancing at the kitchen. Thinking about what delicacy the chef would make.

Cyra felt her brain hurt from his pacing, she flashed in the blink of an eye Zane who had been standing a moment ago found himself sitting on Cyra's thighs.

"Love no matter how you pace the food will take its time for it to be ready. And everybody working in Mansion is not to be trusted except for the chef." She warned in a serious tone, staring into his eyes.

"But why did you employ them so close to us?" He was aware, the first time he laid his eye on them but he was puzzled by her actions of keeping them.

A bloodthirsty smile formed on Cyra's lips

"To entertain me." Her tone came out with the excitement of the hunt. Zane shivered when he saw her eerie smile and felt a sense of pity for these people.