The Transmigration Antagonist

Chapter 32: Mrs. Frank Carrington

"I will not tolerate the mistakes you make after this. I'm paying a lot to pay you. Once again you make a mistake, then you must be ready to be deposed from this office. Our company only needs qualified people. In line with the amount of salary we give," Frank said without taking his eyes off Scarlett.

"Well sir, I promise I won't make any more mistakes" Scarlett nodded her head.

"Umm. Can you not call me by my last name" Scarlett said cautiously. Scarlett prefers to be called by her first name. Frank raised one eyebrow.

"Call Sc__"

"Then what do you want to be called? Mrs Frank Carrington?" frank asked Scarlett to round her eyes.

"Bu__ is not what I mean," said Scarlett reflexively removed her hand from the tray.

"Prang.." The tray fell to the floor making a noise. Oh no, Scarlett's making trouble again. Scarlett bit her lip. His face must have been flushed by now. I want him to leave there soon. Especially seeing Frank's face that seemed to be holding back his anger.

"Go back to your room!" frank's orders. Scarlett nodded. He then took the tray and again made trouble. Now his forehead hit the corner of the table.

"Damn it once today," Inner Scarlett bit her lip. His hand rubbed his forehead.

"I'm sorry Sir. Excuse me first," concluded Scarlett could not bear to linger there. He walked quickly to the door.

"Miss Balamy," called Frank to make Scarlett's footsteps stop, as she was about to walk out that door. Scarlett twisted her body, looking at Frank.

"Are you okay." Frank said. Scarlett then nodded. He then turned around and tang deliberately hit the door. Double kill's. Now he's getting embarrassed. Scarlett no longer dared to look back.

"Thankfully it's not bad." Scarlet rubbed her bluish forehead.

The next morning Scarlett came home. His stomach was rumbling. In fact, he could have stopped at one of the cafes when he left earlier. It's just, Scarlett is more of a home cooking sport. Once upon a time, when I was Gilda. His mother always made food for them. Her mother's cooking is delicious. It's just that her mother's cooking ability didn't come down to her. Gilda did not want to study with her mother. He can cook only easy food. It was not as wise as his mother's. And fortunately, as Scarlett, her tongue matched their home cooking. Mia, her stepmother is quite good at cooking. His father always adds up if they are eating. Of course Scarlett will not add even though her soul thrashed asking for more. Only, he did not want to praise Mia's cuisine blatantly. He did not want to make the woman big.

"Good afternoon Miss Scarlett" said Doris.

"Good afternoon Doris, where are the others?" scarlett asked to put her bag on the chair beside her.

"Mr Wilson hasn't returned yet. Miss Elyzia had just left with Mr. Felix and the Lady was in the back garden watering her roses" Doris replied. Her young lady is no longer what she used to be. A lot of changes have happened with her young Miss in the last few weeks. Doris happy. It feels like Scarlett fits better with her current personality.

Scarlett can't wait to eat at the table. He will eat first because his stomach is hungry.

"What food is this? I've never tried it" Scarlett said, taking a little of the food inside the porcelain bowl onto her plate.

"The lady said her name was Goulash" Doris replied. Goulash is a stew of meat and vegetables added with peppers and other spices. This food comes from Hungary.

"I'll take a drink for Miss" Doris said.

"Doris, I want to drink orange juice" Scarlett said. Doris then nodded.