Semua Bab Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire: Bab 11 - Bab 20

"Oh, one more thing," Dr. Ryan added as he packed his medical bag. "His legs need to be massaged for an hour every day. No skipping."Harper frowned. "Every day? But... I have weekends off."Sebastian sat in his wheelchair, reading a book. Without looking up, he said, "It's fine. Two days won't make a difference."Ryan winked at Harper. "Did you know? According to Sterling Corp policy, weekend overtime pay is triple the base salary. And holidays are quintuple."Harper’s brain did a quick calculation. Base salary x 3... plus bonus... Her eyes turned into dollar signs.She immediately turned to Sebastian with a serious expression. "Mr. Sterling, health is wealth! Skipping two days is unacceptable. I will sacrifice my weekend for your recovery!"Sebastian looked at her greedy little face and scoffed. "You just want the money.""And you want the legs," Harper beamed. "It's a win-win."Ryan laughed and left.[The Proposal]Later that afternoon, Harper was dusting the living room shelves wh

The ride home was quiet. Sebastian had his eyes closed, leaning his head against the window. He looked exhausted, but the tension that usually tightened his jaw was gone."Boss?" Harper whispered from the front seat. "Did you have fun today?"Sebastian didn't answer. Harper thought he was asleep, so she settled back into her seat, humming softly.A long time later, a low, barely audible sound came from the back. "Mmh."It was a soft, affirmative hum. Harper turned around, surprised. Sebastian’s eyes were still closed, but the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned.When they got home, the wheelchair battery was completely dead (thanks to the kindergarten joyrides). Harper had to push him manually up the ramp."Boss," Harper panted slightly as she wheeled him into the living room. "That 'Mmh' in the car... did that mean 'Yes'?"Sebastian looked at her. His dark eyes reflected the warm lights of the hallway. "Yes."Harper beamed, clapping her hands. "Great! Mission accomplished!"Seb

The owner of "The Golden Lotus" was not a delicate flower. He was a mountain of a man, wearing a tight black t-shirt that struggled to contain his pectoral muscles. He had a full beard and looked like he ate nails for breakfast."Who is trying to eat for free?" he growled, his voice vibrating through the floorboards.Harper shrank back. "We... we are not trying to!" she squeaked. "We just forgot our phones!""You forgot. He forgot." The owner sneered, flexing his biceps. "Do you think I'm stupid? Who leaves the house without a phone in 2026?""We have a driver!" Harper tried to explain."Liar," the owner barked. "Pay up, or go to the kitchen. One plate is 50 cents. You owe me $11,000. That's 22,000 plates. Start scrubbing."Harper calculated. 22,000 plates... she would be here until she was eighty."Wait!" Harper had a brilliant idea. "Boss, I have a proposal."She pointed at Sebastian. "I will leave him here as a hostage. I will go out and get the money. How about that?"The owner lo

Back at the mansion, Harper retrieved the phones from the driver (who had been frantically calling them for an hour).She handed Sebastian his phone, then sat down on the sofa. Suddenly, she grabbed his wheelchair and pulled it toward her. Whoosh. Sebastian gripped the armrests, nearly flying out of his seat."Boss," Harper said seriously, already reaching down to remove his battery. "Why do you want to go to that engagement party? It's obviously a trap. A 'Hongmen Banquet'!"Sebastian watched her deftly remove the battery and place his legs on her lap for a massage. He sighed. At least she was consistent."I know it's a trap," Sebastian said calmly. "Everyone is watching me. They want to know if the 'Cripple King' can stand again.""So..." Harper massaged his calf. "You're going there to act weak? To throw a smoke bomb?"Sebastian looked at her with appreciation. "Exactly. If they think I'm broken forever, they will relax. And when they relax, they make mistakes.""Smart," Harper nod

When Harper arrived at the villa, she gasped. "Wow!"The garden had transformed. Next to her little flowerbed, a beautiful white wooden swing had been installed. And in the corner, a shiny new BBQ grill stood ready."Try it," Sebastian wheeled over, gesturing to the swing.Harper dropped her bag and hopped onto the swing. She kicked off the ground, soaring into the air. The scent of jasmine filled her nose."Higher!" she laughed.One of the workers, a burly man, smiled. "Want a push, Miss?" "Yes, please!"With a gentle shove, Harper flew higher, her laughter ringing like bells. "I can see over the wall! I'm flying!"Sebastian watched her, a small smile on his lips. But his eyes were sad. If his legs worked... he should be the one pushing her. He looked down at his useless legs, his smile fading."Boss?" Harper hopped off the swing, noticing his mood. "What are you thinking about?"Sebastian shook his head, hiding his thoughts. "I was thinking... we should plant some vines. Wisteria or