Dressed in a suit, Brian looked like a prince from a children's fairy tale. And although he didn't praise Diana's new look, he didn't make fun of her either. That was significant progress for him.

Diana was shocked by Brian's actions. She hesitated for a moment and then put her hand in his.

Brian looked at the rest of the clothes still on the rack and waved his hand at the staff that had brought them in, "Bring all these to the dressing room."

Diana's eyes were wide open in shock. Did Brian buy all of them? These clothes are worth more than my entire life's possessions!

Her worry allowed her to forget the pain in her feet. Diana ran to the staff to stop them. "I don't need them!"

Brian glanced at Ken. Ken knew what he was thinking and explained to Diana, "You wear these clothes to please the boss. They are not for you."

Not for her… Well.

Diana wasn't sure but nodded and accepted Ken's words.

No! What did he mean by wearing clothes to please the Boss? Was she a doll for people to dress up now?

Diana considered this for a while, and by the time she looked up, Brian had left the villa. He was much busier than she was, of course, he had to handle a tremendous amount of business work.

So, Diana was left alone in the living room. Sitting on the couch, Diana felt the house was too quiet and empty.

Ken also left with Brian. Brian's servants left too. Diana had no idea where they were. She couldn't even find a person to chat with. There were many servants in the house. Where were they now?

Since no one was there, Diana decided to relax a little and took off the high heels, walking around the villa in b.a.r.e feet. The place was exceptionally clean, so she had no worry of getting her feet dirty.

In the corner of the villa, several servants sat together, taking a quick break together and chatting.

"I didn't expect that Miss Anderson would be such a person. I liked her at first. Cats really do hide their claws."

"That's right. She knows the boss has a fiancée, and she still slept with him! What a shameless s.l.u.t!"

"Can't she see the difference between Miss Jefferson and her? Miss Jefferson is like a swan, and she is a duck. And she dares to stay in the villa! I really don't understand how these young people think…"

Feeling bored, Diana saw the servants huddled together. She ran toward them and smiled happily.

The servants stopped talking and smiled at her earnestly. "Miss Anderson, what can we do for you?"

"What are you doing?" Diana saw the flowers in their hands and was interested.

"This? We were going to put fresh flowers in all the vases." The servants looked at each other and didn't show any interest in talking with Diana. They just wanted to finish the conversation as soon as possible.

"I see." There were many vases in the villa. Diana had thought the flowers might be fake. It turned out that they were real flowers. What a waste!

"We were just leaving." A servant stood up to go. She was not willing to stay with Diana any longer and picked up the flowers.

Diana nodded and smiled, "I'm sorry to bother you. Do you need help? Wait! Don't move."

The servant turned to Diana in confusion. She was frightened now. Had Diana heard what they said? They had all been too concentrated on the conversation and didn't notice when Diana arrived and what she had heard.

Diana looking at her hand and asked, "Does your hand feel weak from time to time, and are your h.i.p.s sore on rainy days?

The servant looked ruffled, "How do you know that?"

"I am a physician." Diana pointed and said, "You didn't use the strength of your h.i.p.s when you picked up the flowers. I had a patient with similar symptoms, so I could tell you have a similar problem."

The servant's expression changed. She nodded and said, "Yes! I haven't ever taken it seriously. Is it an illness?"

"Absolutely." Diana explained to her, "This is the sign of a wrist strain. But you will be fine in time if you take the treatment."

"Will I recover?" Servants like her would not take these kinds of symptoms seriously and never see it as an illness. They always thought such trivial pain was not worthy of being diagnosed in the hospital. It would be a waste of their money.

"Of course," Diana replied. She took out a paper and pen to write a prescription for the servant. That way, she could buy the medicine and wouldn't be charged for it.

Though they disliked Diana, they couldn't deny that Diana had originally come to treat Brian as a physician. So, they decided to take Diana's advice and go to the drug store to buy medicine.

After hearing that Diana gave prescriptions for free, several other servants came to Diana for a diagnosis.

Diana seemed to open a temporary clinic in Brian's villa. She diagnosed all servants and prescribed treatment for them.

"Does your wrist feel any better?" It was several days later, and Brian's servants chatted while they sat again preparing fresh flowers.

"Yes. It's not painful anymore." The servant smiled elatedly.

"Her medicine really works. I never thought before that my sore wrist could be cured in just one day." Having gotten to know Diana over the last few days, they all called her Diana instead of Miss Anderson.

"After all, she is the boss's private staff." Another servant laughed and praised her: "She diagnoses us for free. How nice she is!"

One of them recalled what happened several days before and brought up the topic again. "What do you think of the relationship between boss and Diana?"

"She must be his girlfriend," the first servant replied immediately: "She moved into the boss' room and treated us nicely. She must be the new master of the house."

"But what about Miss Jefferson?" one servant said guiltily, "Miss Jefferson also treated us nicely. And she is the boss' fiancée."

Another one of the servants rolled her eyes and said, "Treated us nicely? She just gave us tips. In my opinion, the new master must be Diana. Miss Jefferson just saw us as servants, and she was the queen waiting for our service. Diana is different. She treats us fairly. That is what a master should be."

"You're right. Hopefully, Diana will soon be the new Mrs. William." Her words were met by sounds of approval from the other servants. Only the girl who originally posed the question about Diana kept silent. She seemed to be thinking about something important.

Living in Brian's villa, all Diana did was treat Brian's servants, play around on Brian's king-size bed, and manage Brian's behavior.

Brian was anxious these days. Diana had to be very careful before talking with him. She was afraid that she might provoke him.

That day, Brian came back and asked Diana to come and see him. Since they slept in the same bed, this was the first time they had a chance to talk with each other.

As for his illness, Brian had a new idea. That morning, when Diana hugged him, he could feel the blood rushing to his manhood, and he got hard.

Luckily, Diana was shy and hid in the quilt. Otherwise, she would have noticed Brian's embarrassment.

He had thought about it a lot. Knowing that hugging Diana could get him hard made Brian relieved. He realized that Diana was the "special medicine" for him. She was going to be his cure.

His wedding was coming up soon. There was no time to waste.

Diana was nervous to hear that Brian was looking for her. And after Brian explained to her his thinking, she couldn't believe it! How could a person be so shameless?

How could he say she was his "medicine"?

"Idiot!" Scolding Brian, Diana ran out of the room and ignored him as he continued calling her name.

Though she was mad at him, she still needed to treat him. But she would decide what medicine he would take!

Diana added two times of bitter herbs for his prescription. Since she had agreed to stay in order to trouble Brian, she had to do something to make him suffer. Maybe the bitter herbs might relieve his bad mood.

A big bowl full of a black mixture was put before Brian. Having got used to Diana's strange concoctions, Brian drank it up without hesitation.

Diana looked at him behind the door and noticed he didn't seem to feel any difference with this especially bitter mix. She was upset her attempt had failed and lowered her head. She had to think of a new way to trick Brian. Diana wondered what she should do next time.

Unbeknownst to Diana, whenever she spoke with Brian, one of the servants was spying on her. She saw when Diana added unnecessary bitter herbs to Brian's medicine, and she saw him drink it without hesitation.

This was the same girl who had raised the question about Diana with the servants a few days before. Her question was not out of curiosity, but because she was on Carol Jefferson's side.

On the very day, she was first employed in Brian's villa. Carol approached her with an offer; extra money in exchange for spying on Brian.

Of course, she didn't tell Carol Jefferson everything she knew. She knew where the line was and only told Carol certain important things that might threaten Carol's status. After all, if she revealed some secrets, Brian would not forgive her easily.

It was she who called Carol Jefferson after seeing Diana and Brian were growing too intimate. Carol showed up in minutes after hearing that news.

And the longer Diana stayed with Brian, the more anxious she was. She had requested to know what was happening between Diana and Brian almost every day recently.

The servant still remembered Carol's face when she told her about Diana walking out of Brian's bedroom in his shirt. Carol was far from gentle after hearing that and sounded like she was going to kill Diana. But after composing herself, Carol smiled gently toward the servant and gave her a great sum of money as a reward.

Though Carol smiled like a goddess, her angry expression had carved an image in the servant's mind that reminded her to do what Carol asked and never offend her. The servant was so afraid of Carol that she tried to persuade herself that what she had seen was all in her imagination. Carol Jefferson was just a lady born with a silver spoon. Was it possible for her to do something terrible?

Sitting in her bedroom, Carol Jefferson was gazing at her phone. On the screen was a photo; it showed Diana wearing Brian's shirt, while Brian's eyes were fixed on Diana.

Carol touched the screen and looked at the next photo. In this one, Brian was sitting with Diana, and she was feeling his pulse. They were very close to each other, with their heads leaning together. Diana seemed to be talking about something, and Brian's handsome face was showing that he was interested in what she was saying.

"Boom!"

Without warning, Carol smashed her brand new cell phone on the ground. It was a costly phone with an excellent, high-quality screen. Needless to say, it took some force to cause her phone to break as it did.

Carol growled angrily and stared at the photo of Diana and Brian. Her beautiful face was full of anger and jealousy.