"I... I think I need to touch up my makeup."
The smile on Evangeline's face gradually stiffened, and inwardly, she dearly wished she could spray him to death with her venomous tongue.
But she was better bred, after all. She repeatedly chanted to herself, Lady... poise... and only then barely managed to calm down.
"Fine!"
Andre said, "No. 17, take Miss Evangeline to the dressing room... and teach her how to use the various tools properly."
You think my house doesn't have a dressing room? My cosmetics alone fill six warehouses!
The expression vanished from Evangeline's face in an instant. Then she said to the robot maid who looked remarkably like a real person, "I'll be in your care."
"You don't need to talk to them. They're only robots!"
Andre seemed to be questioning Evangeline's intelligence. He said to No. 17, "Kneel!"
No. 17 immediately sank obediently to her knees.
Then Andre picked up a small knife. With the innocent smile of a child playing with insects on his face, he stabbed it into No. 17's cheek and gouged out a piece of artificial skin. "See? Synthetic human skin, mechanical skeleton... She's just a robot! Oh, she may be the newest model, but you can use her however you want. I've already worn out sixteen of them!"
"That crude, ignorant, cruel little idiot!"
Inside the dressing room, Evangeline finally lost patience and cursed aloud.
Only then did she subconsciously cover her little mouth and look at No. 17 beside her. "You'll keep this a secret for me, right?"
"I'm sorry..."
One side of No. 17's face bore the gentle image of a beautiful woman, while the other was a bloody mess, exposing the mechanical skeleton beneath. She looked terrifyingly savage.
Andre had neither replaced her nor sent anyone to