They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 264 - 264 That Look

Chapter 264: That Look Chapter 264: That Look Instead, he sighed.

“Alright.

I don’t know what to do with you yet.” She held her breath, waiting.

“The legal age to work is eighteen.

If I hire you, it would technically be illegal.” Her heart pounded.

“But,” he continued, giving her a sharp look, “if you are willing, I will still hire you.” Her eyes widened.

“You will have to sign a document,” he explained, “stating that you knew your age and requested the job despite the law.

That way, if the authorities ever investigate, I will not be held responsible.” Nnenna blinked.

He was serious.

He was giving her a choice.

“Yes, of course!” Nnenna responded eagerly, nodding.

“Thank you so much, sir.” Seeing her enthusiasm, the head manager studied her for a moment.

She really needed this job, he could tell.

But why?

What was a girl like her doing here, desperate for work?

His suspicions deepened.

He had been almost certain of her identity from the moment he first looked up.

But now, watching her so determined to work a normal job, his curiosity only grew.

Still, he kept his thoughts to himself and asked instead, “Why do you need a job?” The question caught her off guard, but she didn’t let it show.

“To earn money, of course,” she answered smoothly.

But the head manager wasn’t convinced.

He didn’t react outwardly, but inside, he was sure, this wasn’t about money.

She had wrapped herself up with caps and face masks, trying to stay hidden.

But he wasn’t blind.

She had the same features, the same air, even if she was doing everything possible to suppress it.

Was she really the second princess?

But if she was… why was she here?

Was this some kind of experiment for her?

A way to experience life outside the palace?

He didn’t push.

If she didn’t want to admit it, then fine.

He wasn’t interested in forcing the truth out of her.

“Alright,” he said simply.

“I’ll have my secretary bring the document for you to sign.

Once that’s done, I’ll explain your duties.” Nnenna let out a silent breath of relief.

But just as she thought she had escaped further questioning, he added, “And how long do you plan on wearing that cap and face mask?” Her heart skipped a beat.

“You’ll be working close to me,” he continued.

“Following me around.

I don’t think wearing a mask all day is suitable for the job.

You have to mix it up.” His eyes locked onto hers, sharp and knowing.

She stiffened.

There it was again, that look.

The one that told her he knew.

He wasn’t just asking about the face mask.

He was challenging her.

Nnenna forced herself to stay calm.

Had she really been recognized?

And if so… what was he going to do about it?

From his manner of speech, the way he watched her, and the deliberate way he phrased his questions, Nnenna was certain.

He knows.

But since he wasn’t outright admitting it, she wasn’t going to either.

She met his gaze calmly and said, “You’re right.

It’s not suitable to wear this everyday.

I’ll mix it up with a shawl.” The head manager raised an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you want to reveal your face?” he asked, curious about what excuse she would come up with.

But he had underestimated her.

“Because I don’t want to,” she replied smoothly, completely unbothered.

There was no hesitation, no nervousness.

Just a simple, undeniable fact.

For a moment, he stared at her, feeling both impressed and mildly defeated.

She’s good.

And she was right, he had no real business questioning her.

Her actions weren’t affecting her job, and she had agreed to follow the rules.

So, with a short nod, he waved her off.

“You can go now,” he said.

Nnenna gave a slight nod of respect and left the office, her heart still steady.

The moment the door clicked shut, the head manager exhaled, leaned back in his chair, and immediately grabbed his phone.

As soon as the call connected, his teasing voice spoke, “Hey dude.

Oh sorry, My king!” Obinna rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, you know formalities aren’t for us,” the deep voice on the other end replied.

“What’s up, Abel?” Abel’s lips curled into a smirk.

“You won’t believe who I just saw.” The voice on the other end hesitated for only a second before responding, “Who did you see?” Abel leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips.

He enjoyed moments like this, when he had a piece of information that could shake even the most composed people.

“I saw your sister, Obinna.

I saw your sister.” Silence.

Then, Obinna’s voice came back, sharper this time.

“Which sister?” “Your younger sister, of course.

The one who was introduced a few months ago.

The one who just turned sixteen.” There was another pause, followed by an exhale that carried clear disbelief.

“Then again,” Abel continued, dragging it out, “both of them turned sixteen, didn’t they?” Obinna’s voice was tight now.

“Get to the point, Abel.” Abel chuckled.

He always did enjoy pressing the nerves of powerful people, especially those who thought they had everything under control.

“I mean your sister, the one you hate,” he said plainly.

“You’re joking,” Obinna snapped.

“Are you sure it was her?” “Of course I’m sure.” “That’s impossible,” Obinna shot back immediately.

“She’s in the castle right now.

I put a strict limitation on her movements.

There’s no way you just saw her.” Abel arched a brow, though Obinna couldn’t see it.

He drummed his fingers against his desk, intrigued.

“I’m telling you, I saw her,” he repeated.

“She was right here, in front of me.

But what I don’t understand is… why are you so surprised?

And more importantly, why does it sound like you don’t want her outside?

What’s with this restriction?

Did she do something wrong?” A brief silence stretched between them, before Obinna muttered, “She’s on restriction because she’s… naughty.”