Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

The full rent for Portia's house is only $3,500.

But she asked Refla for two thousand dollars.

Of course, Portia actually leaves room for counter-offering.

But Jefla had no intention of bargaining.

After looking at the house, Jevora directly put a wad of banknotes into Portia's hand and said, "Here are two thousand dollars. Can I move in?"

"Um...you mean today?"

"Yes, staying in a hotel is expensive," Jefla said.

"Welcome." Portia finally smiled.

It's a double happiness today. I just got an advance of next month's salary from Chen Zhao.

Unexpectedly, the vacant rooms were also rented out.

And the price is still so high.

"Can you help me move some things?"

"Do you have any luggage?"

"It's all in the car."

"What luggage do you have in that sports car?"

"A box of groceries and a box of clothes."

When Portia followed to the sports car, she found that there was indeed very little luggage in the car.

Just as Portia was about to reach out and lift a box down, Jevora spoke: "You can't lift that box, but you can take the other box."

Portia suddenly became unhappy.

He is at least twenty centimeters taller than Revla.

Why can she lift it when she can't?

Portia seemed to have not heard what Jevora said, and reached out to lift the box.

However, Portia felt that the box was filled with iron blocks and could not be lifted at all.

Portia tried again, and the box moved slightly.

But there is still a long way to go before it can be lifted out of the trunk.

"What's in your box? Iron?"

"I'll take this box." Rev pulled forward, reached out and lifted the box with one hand, then raised it slightly and placed it on the ground.

Portia's eyes were about to fall to the ground. Is this okay?

Portia tried again, another box.

The other box is much easier.

At least the second box is of normal weight.

The first box weighed at least one hundred kilograms.

This girl must be too strong.

Such a heavy box can be lifted with one hand.

"Do you have any sheets and pillows here? Lend them to me for one night."

"Okay." Portia was very generous.

He helped Jefla tidy up the room and distributed his pillows and sheets to Jefla.

Jevola opened the heavy box.

Portia saw that there were indeed many things in the box.

And the things were very complicated, and most of them were things she couldn't recognize.

"What are these?"

"My work tool." Jevola responded calmly.

Take out the items in the box one by one and put them away.

Portia also stood next to him and studied for a long time, but still had no clue.

These things seem to be really impossible to figure out their use for.

After being busy for a while, Jefla asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

"Yes, I'll get some food."

There was pizza in Portia's refrigerator that was a few days old, but it was still edible after being heated in the microwave.

After taking two bites, Refla put the pizza back on the plate with disgust.

"Is it not to your liking?"

"The breakfast you provide won't all be this kind of thing, right?" Gevra looked at Portia with suspicious eyes.

"Of course not, it's just that I forgot to throw it away."

In fact, Portia now has breakfast, lunch and dinner at Mingyue Villa.

"There are still fresh ingredients in the refrigerator, but my cooking skills are very average. You can make them yourself."

Jevora really went to the kitchen to cook by herself.

Portia was a little stunned when she saw Jevora's skillful cooking skills.

Especially after the preparation was completed, Portia couldn't help but twitch her fingers when she looked at the food cooked by Jevora.

Even though she had already had dinner at Mingyue Villa.

But now she felt a little hungry again.

"Let's eat something together," Refla said.

"Are you a chef?" Portia looked at the fried kale meat in front of her, picked up a knife and fork and inserted a piece of meat.

After taking one sip, Portia's eyes lit up instantly.

"tasty."

In European and American cooking, stir-frying is rarely used.

It’s not that there aren’t any, just very few.

"Are you a chef?"

"No, cooking is just my hobby." Refla said, "And if you live alone for a long time, you can't treat yourself badly."

"Your craftsmanship is really good."

"Thanks."

Refla saw that Portia also wanted to eat, so she cooked a lot of dishes.

Portia is not polite, even in her own home.

She also felt like she was eating and drinking.

"What is your job?" Portia asked curiously.

"I'm the special advisor."

"Special advisor? Which one?"

"You probably don't have a chance to use me... What about you? What do you do?"

"I work as a personal consultant for a rich man," Portia said, "but my dream is to be a star."

"Everyone in Los Angeles aspires to be a star." Gevra was not surprised at all by Portia's answer.

"Except for the rich, like my vampire boss."

"Is your boss very harsh on you?"

"Of course, he is the most despicable, shameless and stingy man I have ever seen. You can never imagine how stingy he is."

"In that case, why don't you resign?"

"He pays me well," Portia added.

But she didn't think she would ever find a job that would pay her $3,500 a week.

Although her academic qualifications are good, there are numerous cases of people with good academic qualifications living on the streets here.

After all, a weekly salary of $3,500 is higher than the average income of a middle-class family.

What's more, Portia still owes Chen Zhao a large sum of money.

"Didn't you say he was stingy?"

"Yes, he is indeed stingy, but this does not prevent him from paying me a high salary. This is all because of my personal abilities, so he must pay me this salary."

Portia clearly had no intention of continuing the discussion.

"By the way, you just arrived in Los Angeles?"

"Yes, so I need to start my business as soon as possible." Jefla nodded.

"If you are willing to tell me what industry you are engaged in, maybe I can help you introduce some customers."

"Forget it, you can't help."

"Okay, forget it if you don't want to."

Portia could tell that Jevola deliberately avoided the nature of her work.

She didn't want to drive her new roommate away.

"But I think you should become a chef. The food you cook is so delicious."

"A chef doesn't make what I make now."

"You have a high income?"

"That's right, I can be considered a high-income earner." Jefla smiled.

"Financial?" The only possibility Portia thought of was financial.