Chapter 771

The wife sent the payment fast. “Let’s add each other as contacts. We need cleaning three times a week. If we’re out, maybe daily. I’ll ping you.”

“Sounds good. I’m heading out,” Jayde said, stowing the cleaning gear in the utility room and leaving.

High-end places were nice—stocked with tools, so she just showed up.

“Honey, that new skirt? Looks amazing, matches your glow. You’re prettier every day,” the man cooed to his wife behind her.

He lived large—city-center penthouse, cushy job—not from his own hustle but a savvy marriage.

In his head, his wife was a pig, but to her face? He sang her praises.