I Took a Housekeeping Job, and the Blind Heiress Handed Me a Cup of Poisoned Tea

On my first day working a high-paying housekeeping job, I discovered that my seemingly gentle and frail blind employer wasn’t blind at all.

At that very moment, a dangerous scene, only half cleaned up, was hidden in the villa’s basement. She smiled as she handed me a freshly brewed cup of “poison tea” and sweetly asked if I liked it.

Facing this hellish start, I used my innate “absolute danger sense and perfect disguise” to force my heartbeat down to sixty beats per minute. Without so much as a change in expression, I pretended to trip over the carpet and smash the teacup, putting on the innocent act of the world’s most loyal little puppy.

From that day on, to stay alive on the knife’s edge of a wealthy heiress, I began a daily routine of pushing my acting skills to the limit.

I thought I was just a lowly wage slave scraping by in the cracks. Then the most terrifying assassin organization on the internet came after us. Before she could fly into a rage and protect me, I casually wiped out the whole lot of them with a mop...

Oh no. Is my act as a delicate, pretty boy about to be exposed?!