Once the deal was concluded, Jasmine examined Bin and frowned when she saw his clothes, which weren't clean or in a good state.

"Got something to say?"

"Yeah, I can't have my servant dress like that."

Bin smiled and nodded his head, "Okay, I'll just go and wear my 5000$ suit."

His sarcasm didn't escape her, but she seemed to be slowly getting used to his constant retorts, "You will have to show me proper respect, you know."

"Respect is earned, Master. I'll keep up appearances in public." He shrugged his shoulders and then opened the door.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"Home? I've yet to sign a contract so I'm officially not your servant."

"You can't leave." She raised his hand and gestured for him to stay still, and after that, she picked her phone and dialed someone.

"Hold on, I'm not going anywhere with you. My sister is alone."

"My bodyguards will stay here. Plus, we won't take long."

"..."

After a momentary silence, Bin closed the door and leaned back against the comfortable leather seat. Although they weren't in a limousine, the interior of the car was big and filled with all sorts of stuff, including a small TV and a box filled with snacks.

The trip, which took a little over 20 minutes, was uneventful. Jasmine was using her phone while Bin closed his eyes and mused with himself. When they finally reached their destination, he suddenly spoke up,

"Ah, I forgot to tell you; I'm your servant only until 7 PM. I have another job."

"Another job? You are going to be my servant all day long. There can be no distractions."

"It's a job, not a distraction."

"Either way, your one and only priority is only me. You need to be at my beck and call."

Bin let out a sigh of exasperation as he stiffly turned his head and looked at her, "Seriously, how ignorant are you to not know basic stuff about jobs? Even if I'm your servant, there is a limit to how much hours I can work. I have other priorities and responsibilities, one much more important than tending to your needs."

"Being my servant is enough. I don't mean to boast, but there are many people that would do anything to work for my family. It's privilege for you."

"When it's about yourself, you really talk a lot, huh. Anyway, I can quit my other job if you pay me more."

"..."

Jasmine gave him a long and meaningful look before clicking her tongue and slowly nodding.

"Great. I want an additional 3000$."

As she didn't know what kind of other job he had, Jasmine naturally didn't know how much he was paid. When Bin gave her his offer, she outright accepted it.

'Either she doesn't care about money or she's just stupid. Could be both, actually.'

Extremely pleased about this, Bin widely grinned and was about to shake her hand again only for her to stop him.

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"6000$ to be my servant. It won't be 24 hours, but there will be... situations where you'll need to answer my call and come."

She matched his grin with one of hers, resulting in a rather strange and tense staring contest. For her, hiring Bin was just a game and the money spent wasn't going to bother her, at least not financially.

'My job at the factory paid very little. This is a big win. If I just keep working for her for a couple of months, I'll save up quite a bit.'

"It's so pleasing to have a flexible and generous, Master. I'm grateful."

"Ugh... your praise sounds so fake and disgusting. Don't do that again."

"What do you mean, I'm just being polite!"

'Just you wait, I'll show you what'll happen if you cross me.' Jasmine gave him her usual piercing stare, but it looked quite childish and innocent.

When they were done talking, they got off the car and entered a rather fancy building in the Gahara Plaza. As soon as the stepped inside the store, a man ran up to them with a big smile on his face.

"Welcome, Miss! Everything has been prepared as you asked!"

He guided her and Bin deeper into the store and presented the order.

"Miss, please check if it's to your liking"

Jasmine gave it one glance and then pointing at it while looking at Bin,

"Go wear it."

When she commented on his attire, he didn't think she'd try to buy him one so soon, nevertheless, Bin wasn't against the idea. The suit looked pretty neat and expensive, definitely a step above his current clohes.

"W-what are you doing?"

Barely five seconds later, Jasmine shriekded in surprise.

"What?"

Bin had half of his upper clothes removed, something that startled his Master.

"There's a changing room!"

"Oh..."

Bin, who didn't stop removing his clothes, now had his upper body exposed. Obviously, he knew that there was a changing room; This little stunt of his was just to mess with Jasmine and see how much she could handle.

Indeed, there was tinge of redness on her face, but she swiftly collected herself and properly looked at him.

"Hurry up. Also, have some decency next time."

"It's not that big of a deal, Master."

With a smug smile on his face, Bin headed to the changing room and wore the butler tuxedo, which was his exact size. When he was done, he exited the changing room and looked at his reflection on a big mirror.

'Clothes really make the man.'

However, Bin's appearance, even while wearing the tuxedo, was average. He wasn't lucky enough to be born with one of those exceptionally handsome faces, neither did he a particularly fit body. He wasn't thin like a stick, but his declining health did make him look sickly pale.

"This is slightly better, at least." With her arms crossed, Jasmine walked behind him and examined him.

"It's good. We'll take it."

Jasmine turned to look at the clerk, who had stood at the side and maintained silence.

"Miss! Please consider it a gift!"

"It's fine. I can pay."

"Nono!" The man in an extremely polite manner, refused to accept the car.

"We'd be honored if you or your family would return here!"

The man's enthusiasm and boot-licking made Jasmine frown and slowly put back her card. This store was amongst the best in this part of the city, but it was a still a level below the ones found in the Gold District. Still, what bothered her was how, sometimes, people would rather act like this and curry favor rather than get paid for their products.

Once they were outside, Jasmine commented again,

"Now you have an acceptable attire, suitable for a servant."

"Master's wealth is unimaginable for a servant such as myself. Your boundless generosity helped achieve my dream and wear something as luxurious and expensive as this."

"I told you to stop it."

"Stop what, Master? Was it not you who bragged about her wealth? I'm merely reiforcing that statement."

"It sounds like mockery."

"For Master to be so perceptive! I never imagined it!"

"You're insufferable. Anymore of this and I might change my mind."

Bin acted hurt and surprise, quickly bowing his head, "I'm so sorry, Master. I have offended you greatly. Talking to you is an honor beyond words and nothing would please me more than speaking to you or your family."

Noticing that, more or less, he said the same thing as the clerk, Jasmine snorted and got into the car.

Five minutes later, Bin noticed that they weren't returning to his neighborhood but going in the opposite direction.

"My home. I can hire whomever I want, but my family must know."

"..."

Bin's face turned a bit serious and instead of talking back to her, he solemnly nodded. He was able to speak freely around Jasmine, but he had to be careful when her family was around. They weren't going to be as easy to deal with as she was. He already knew that she had him investigated, but since she hired him, then she wasn't able to discover anything of interest, fortunately.

After a 30 minute drive, they arrived at Borgwa Street, home to the mansion in which Jasmine lived at.

This was the first time Bin has ever been close to a grand estate like this. The garden surrounding it was already bigger than the entire street he lived in, and the manor itself was truly extravageant and big. The gate automatically opened for the car, which drove for a little bit more and stopped in front of the manor.

"You better watch your mouth around my father."

"I know."

Jasmine gave him a warning look before disembarking and heading toward the door. Bin swept his eyes across his surroundings before nervously following after his 'Master'.