---- Chapter 81 Tara pulled out her phone and scrolled through her messages. Ever since she had arrived in this world, the original host's parents had never once called her. The original host had a younger brother , so they pretty much never cared about her, especially after she graduated college. Calls were almost nonexistent. The one phone call she got each year was to ask for money. They would say that it hadn't been easy putting her through college, so she had to send money home every year.

They also mentioned that her brother would eventually get married , and they needed to save up for him. Half of what the original host earned went to her family, while the other half she spent on herself. Tara figured she would still give the parents a set amount of money every year. It was her way of paying them back for raising the original host and sending her to college. But as for being close? No thanks. Some emotional distance was better for everyone involved.

She stepped into the lounge to get some air-well, really, to eat some fruit. There wasn't a fridge in her room, so ---- every time she wanted fruit, she had to come here or go to the bar. The sound of Stella's wheelchair came again. Tara didn't turn her head, but she could sense Stella getting closer. She lingered nearby for a bit, then left again. Maybe what Tara had said to her last time had made a bit of an impact.

Stella had noticeably toned it down the past few times they had run into each other. Still, Tara didn't bother with her. The best dynamic between her and the female lead was staying out of each other's way. Soon, night fell. Since they had lunch pretty late today , dinner was also pushed back a bit. Tara pushed the meal cart to deliver dinner. As usual, she went to Jonah's room first. He hadn't come downstairs at all today. She couldn't help but sigh.

He was rich, powerful, tall, good-looking, the CEO of a major corporation, and also a part-time singer. On top of that, he was incredibly talented and hardworking . She couldn't even dream of catching up. She didn't even dare to say she felt inferior. She pushed the door open, expecting the living room to ---- be empty again. Jonah was standing with his back to her at the floor -to-ceiling window, tall and coldly elegant. The window was slightly open. He seemed to be getting some air.

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"Good evening, Mr. Pearson." After greeting him, she got to work. His deep, magnetic voice spoke up. "Are you feeling unwell?" Tara paused, surprised , then quickly brought the dishes over to the table. "I'm fine. I had a checkup. Everything's good." Was he actually concerned about her? That surprised her more than when he handed her his business card. Jonah said, "If you're not feeling well, have the other staff split the work with you.

You'll still get the same pay." Tara couldn't hide her shock. So... the reason no one else was allowed to deliver meals to the rooms wasn't his doing? "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Pearson." She was confused but couldn't exactly ask anything. From. the looks of it, Jonah didn't even know about the rule banning other staff from delivering meals to the rooms. ---- On second thought, that made sense. Jonah was so busy that there was no way he would bother with such trivial matters .

It was most likely that Gemma gave him a call and he vaguely gave a response. Knowing Jonah, it was probably something like, " Whatever," which totally fit his man-of-few-words personality. Tara pushed the meal cart out of Jonah, thinking, "So, the other three men are the ones who didn't want anyone else bringing them food, and that's why Gemma made the call to have me do it alone.

After all, Jonah's answer wasn't exactly a firm no." She stopped in front of Lance's room, took a deep breath, and knocked twice. No response. Just like with Shawn's room last time, the door was open. She called out, "Mr. Swain," twice. Still, there was nothing. Was he showering ? Tara listened closely. Sure enough, she heard water running in the bedroom. She quickly took the chance to wheel the cart inside and set the food on the dining table. Then, she raised her voice toward the bedroom.

"Mr. Swain, dinner's on the table. Enjoy it whenever you're ready." ---- Without stopping, Tara wheeled the cart out of his room. Lance's dinner was settled. Now came the one she dreaded the most-Soren.