They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 89 - 89 Supervising

Chapter 89: Supervising Chapter 89: Supervising Her silence seemed to unnerve him, but he quickly masked it with another outburst.

“Hurry up and do the work!” he added before storming to the door.

Without giving her a chance to respond, he swung it open and left, slamming it shut behind him.

It wasn’t a conversation, it was a one sided rant, a display of dominance that left no room for rebuttal.

Nnenna stared at the closed door for a moment, her lips curving into a sardonic smile.

She tossed the laptop onto her desk like it was something distasteful and muttered under her breath, “The audacity of these people.” She shook her head, crossing her arms as she sank back into her chair.

“How have I survived ten whole years with these people?

It’s like their collective IQ would drag anyone down if they weren’t careful,” she thought to herself with a self deprecating chuckle.

Deciding not to dwell on Obinna’s behavior, she returned to her own work.

By noon, after almost two days of isolating herself in her room, she felt it was time to stretch her legs and check on the progress of the preparations.

She left her room, locking the door securely behind her, and strolled through the house.

She decided to start at the ballroom, where many of the servants were focused on setting up.

It was where she had made the most friends, and their energy often gave her a much needed lift.

Nnenna walked into the ballroom, her steps deliberate and elegant, exuding the quiet grace that often came naturally to her.

The housekeeper was the first to spot her.

His face lit up as he hurried toward her, his pen clutched tightly in his hand.

“Princess,” he called warmly, bowing slightly.

“Are you hungry already?

I didn’t realize you would want your lunch delivered this early.

I’ll get someone to prepare it right away,” he said, already setting the pen down and preparing to oversee the task personally.

Nnenna lifted a hand to stop him, shaking her head with a small smile.

“No, no, Grandpa Housekeeper,” she said gently.

“I’m not hungry.

I just wanted to see how everything is going.” Hearing this, the housekeeper relaxed visibly, his expression softening.

“Oh, I see.

That’s kind of you, Princess,” he said with a nod.

Their brief exchange had drawn the attention of others in the hall.

Heads turned toward them, and when the servants saw Nnenna, their faces brightened with joy.

“She’s here!” one of the younger maids whispered excitedly to her colleague, her eyes gleaming.

“It’s so good to see her,” another added, grinning.

The workers in the hall seemed to work with a renewed vigor, their spirits lifted by her presence.

They had missed her the past few days and were relieved to see her return to them.

Nnenna’s current reputation as someone kind, confident and approachable made her a favorite among some of the staff especially those that had worked with her in the ball room two days ago.

They genuinely admired her and felt fortunate that she had chosen to stop by the ballroom first that day.

Had she gone to the kitchen or the garden instead, those workers there would have been the lucky ones to bask in her warmth.

But here she was, in the house, and they silently celebrated the chance to have her near, even if only for a little while.

“Welcome, Princess!” the servants said in unison, their voices filled with warmth.

Nnenna responded with a bright smile that lit up her face.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t come to see you all yesterday,” she said, her tone genuinely apologetic.

“It’s no problem at all, Princess!” the housekeeper quickly reassured her, and a few others chimed in with agreement.

“You should focus on your own things,” another servant added with a kind smile.

“Besides, you can see for yourself, everything is going smoothly.

We’re doing a great job.” Nnenna nodded in appreciation, taking a moment to glance around at the organized work and decorations beginning to take shape.

“This birthday, mine and my sister’s sweet 16, is going to be the best ever because of all of you and the others who are helping,” she said sincerely, her words carrying a tone of gratitude.

The workers’ faces lit up even more, their affection for her deepening.

The princess didn’t just acknowledge their hard work; she valued it and them.

Her compliments made the long hours feel worthwhile, and her presence encouraged them to push through the exhaustion they were beginning to feel.

Nnenna clapped her hands lightly, gaining their full attention.

“Guys, it’s almost lunch,” she began, looking at them all kindly.

“How about you take a break and rest for a bit before continuing later?” The suggestion hung in the air for a moment.

The servants exchanged glances, their initial hesitation melting away quickly.

They had been running on sheer willpower, reluctant to stop unless someone gave them permission.

And now, their princess had not only suggested it but endorsed it herself.

“Thank you, Princess!” one of them said, bowing slightly before moving toward the food trays.

“She’s the best,” someone whispered as they started dispersing to rest.

Nnenna watched as the tired but smiling faces lightened the room.

She chuckled softly to herself, satisfied that her small gesture had lifted their spirits.

It was a small thing, but for these people, it meant everything.

Ding!

Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in your power to act.

Good call.

They were getting tired.

You earned 50 good points for calling for a lunch break!

Nnenna smiled to herself as the notification appeared in her mind.

Knowing that the workers were genuinely exhausted made her feel even better about her decision to encourage them to rest.

“You all should have some proper food first,” she called out, turning back to the group briefly.

“Save the snacks for later, okay?” The servants nodded gratefully, her words reminding them to take better care of themselves.

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