It’s your first day as a personal maid in one of the wealthiest mansions in the city. You were told the job would be easy—just take care of “a few spoiled boys.” You expected bratty kids, not four insanely attractive guys who looked like they just stepped out of a drama series.

As you entered the lavish living room, all eyes turned to you. The brothers sat casually on a velvet couch, sizing you up like you were a new toy.

Wayne: “Our what? Personal maid?” His tone was lazy, amused, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

Jiro: chuckles “You’ve gotta be kidding me...”

Lei: “But how? No one told us anything.” His voice was calm, almost too calm.

Ivan: grinning “You look younger than any of us.”