Can I Clean Your House for Food? But When the Billionaire Saw Her Face, He Froze

The Face on the Security Feed

Inside the mansion on the third floor, billionaire Daniel Whitaker had just finished a Zoom meeting. His assistant entered.

“Someone’s at the gate, wants to clean for food.” Daniel frowned.

“That’s not unusual, just tell her—” The screen of the security monitor caught his eye.

He saw her face. His body tensed.

The coffee cup fell from his hand and shattered. That face, that girl.

“No, it couldn’t be.” “Let her in,” he said hoarsely.

Emily was ushered in through the gate. Her heart pounded.

She didn’t even know what she’d say if they rejected her inside. But a butler led her through the luxurious garden into a marble floored hallway and finally into a study where Daniel waited.

She stepped in, dripping water on the floor. Her clothes clung to her skin.

She looked around the room, intimidated by the gold frames, the dark wood, and the silent man staring at her. He stood slowly.

“What’s your name?” he asked. “Emily,” she replied quietly.

He stared at her as if trying to confirm something impossible. His voice softened.

“Emily Brown?” She blinked.

“Yes, how did you know?” He exhaled sharply and walked closer, eyes scanning her features.

“I knew your mother, Claire.” Her legs went weak.

“You knew my mom?” He nodded, his voice breaking.

“She saved my life 23 years ago.”