Chapter 109
Victoria lifted the thick stack of contracts.
All unreasonable terms.
She had to move out of the Gonzalez Villa and work as a live-in nanny at his place—yes, the contract actually used the word "nanny." She'd be responsible for grocery shopping, cooking, mopping, all the housework.
Twenty-four hours a day, on call whenever needed. Except during her period each month, she had to sleep with him, with no daily limit.
Of course, Victoria also had to work as a janitor at the Gonzalez Group, responsible for cleaning two buildings.
Monthly salary: just one dollar.
No breaks, no right to take leave.
After the divorce cooling-off period ended, Victoria had to disappear immediately, grow old alone, and never remarry.
During the agreement, she couldn't cheat or be intimate with other men. Of course, these restrictions only applied to her—she had no right to control his private life.
Once the contract was signed, she couldn't break it unilaterally. Martin held all the final say.
In short, only when he got tired of her and they were completely divorced could Victoria leave.
Victoria stared at these terms for a long time, her fingers gripping the pen tightly.
The word "double standard" was made for Martin!
"Are you signing or not? I don't have time to waste here with you."
Martin's impatient voice came from beside her.
Victoria pressed her lips together. She was already a terminal cancer patient anyway, death was coming sooner or later. It didn't matter. As long as Hayden was safe and the Gonzalez family was safe, what did it matter if she suffered a bit?
Victoria signed her name decisively and returned the contract to Martin.
She remembered the contract specified she was responsible for cleaning two buildings, so she turned to leave, but Martin stopped her. "Go make me a cup of coffee."
Victoria wanted to say something but stopped herself. She couldn't talk back. She picked up his coffee cup, went to the break room to get coffee, and placed it in front of him.
Martin glanced at a stack of documents on the desk. "Take these meeting materials down to the conference room, one copy at each seat."
"Martin."
Hearing Victoria call his name, he frowned impatiently. "During work hours, call me Mr. Collins."
"Yes, Mr. Collins. Could you have Brian do these things? I'm afraid I won't finish cleaning both buildings." Victoria bit her lip, finally voicing her concern.
"Already forgotten the contract terms?" Martin sneered.
Right, the contract stated she couldn't talk back, couldn't upset him. She had to follow all his orders, or he would terminate the agreement unilaterally.
Victoria picked up the large stack of documents from the desk. They were heavy, making her wrists ache.
But she endured it, carrying them out of the CEO's office expressionlessly. Martin stared at Victoria's thin figure, lost in thought.
Victoria had just reached the conference room door when the materials she was carrying were so high and heavy that she couldn't see the person in front of her.
She bumped right into them.
All the documents fell to the floor.
"Are you blind?"
A woman's shrill voice pierced Victoria's eardrums.
In the past, no one dared speak to her this way. Everyone used to flatter and please her.
Victoria quickly apologized in a low voice. The woman scoffed, and her sharp high heel stepped on Victoria's hand.
Sharp, intense pain shot through Victoria's nerves.
It hurt so much she gasped, trying to pull her hand away, but couldn't.
"Bitch, you think an apology is enough?" The woman glared at her.
She looked up to see the woman had a great figure, wearing Chanel-style clothes, heavily made up—clearly someone of high status.
"Mrs. Collins, what happened?"
A concerned voice suddenly rang out.
Hearing Brian's voice, the woman's body trembled in fear. She quickly crouched down, moved her heel away, and turned to see Martin and Brian walking toward the conference room.
"Mr. Collins, she was carrying materials and accidentally bumped into me. I was just comforting her." The female secretary smiled nervously, then pretended to help Victoria pick up the documents, threatening in a voice only they could hear, "I'm Mr. Collins's favorite. If you dare complain, you'll regret it."
Victoria paused while picking up documents. So this was Martin's favorite.
No wonder she was so arrogant.
She had no right to complain. This woman treating her this way must have been Martin's idea.
Martin stood not far from Victoria, looking down as Brian ran over to help her pick up documents.
He told the female secretary to go about her own business.
Brian wanted to help Victoria carry the conference materials. "Mrs. Collins, let me do it. These are really heavy."
"Can't even carry some documents properly. Victoria, you're really useless!"
Martin's mocking taunt.
The faint smile on Victoria's face immediately froze. She refused Brian's kindness and carried the materials to the conference room herself. After distributing them, she was about to leave.
"Go clean both office buildings. Don't leave until you're done!"
Martin's ice-cold order came crashing down on her.
Victoria said okay.
The logistics department head found her, processed her employment paperwork, and threw her a dirty janitor's uniform.
Victoria sniffed it—it reeked of sweat.
"Do you have a new uniform?" Victoria had a cleanliness obsession and had never worn such dirty clothes.
The logistics head put her hands on her hips and glared. "You're just a janitor, who do you think you are? Hurry up and put it on and start cleaning. Mr. Collins said you can't eat until you finish cleaning!"
Victoria changed in the storage room into the uniform that reeked of sweat and had bloodstains, then picked up a bucket and broom and started cleaning from the first floor of the Gonzalez Group.
By noon, she had only cleaned two floors. She was already exhausted, her back and waist aching, barely able to speak.
Two buildings, 200 floors total.
Victoria was hungry and thirsty, but she couldn't eat until she finished cleaning. She could only drink water to fill her stomach.
She leaned against the wall, exhausted, to rest.
"So you're the Gonzalez family's daughter. How strange—the Gonzalez family's daughter came to work as a janitor at her own family's company."
Victoria lifted her eyelids to see the woman who had stepped on her hand that morning, walking over with a challenging smile. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were Mr. Collins's wife. I came specially to apologize."
As the female secretary spoke, she suddenly splashed the cup of water in her hand at Victoria's face.
Victoria's face was instantly drenched.
"Sorry, Mrs. Collins, my hand slipped just now. I didn't mean to. I heard you're very kind and won't hold it against me, right? You won't complain to Mr. Collins, will you?"
The female secretary covered her lips with a giggle. "Though everyone knows Mr. Collins hates you. Otherwise he wouldn't have made you kneel at the Gonzalez Group and brought reporters to humiliate you. If you complain, Mr. Collins might even reward me for doing a good job and give me a promotion and raise!"
Victoria wiped the water from her face expressionlessly, picked up the bucket of dirty water in front of her, and splashed it at the female secretary.
The female secretary's eyes widened, unable to react in time.
Dark, disgusting, foul water splashed all over her face.
"Don't mention it. My hand just slipped too."
Brian, at the end of the hallway, saw this scene, pulled out his phone, and reported to Martin, "Mr. Collins, something happened with Mrs. Collins."