Nathan gave azy snort.


    “Please, I’m not that idle.


    We have an emergency mission.


    Be ready to leave in an hour.


    Get changed and meet me downstairs.


    I’ve brought your uniform.


    Hurry up.


    ”


    He tossed arge bag toward Sonny.


    A surge of excitement ran through Sonny.


    “Fantastic! You’re a lifesaver!”


    Nathan’s eyebrows arched slightly.


    “Don’t get too excited.


    You’re still on restroom cleaning duty in that outfit for a month.


    ”


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    “ihat?!” Sonny was incredulous.


    The prospect of dressing like this daily for a month was unthinkable.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    He thought it couldn’t get any worse, but Nathan’s next words plunged him further into despair.


    With a sly grin, Nathan added, “And when you wear the dress tomorrow, don’t forget some makeup.


    If you can’t manage, have Luisa help you.


    You can’t look worse than Kyson, after all.


    ”


    Sonny was at a loss for words.


    Why did he have to sacrifice so much just to help Nathan outshine his own rival in love?


    “That’s just cruel! I’m a man, a straight man, toughened by time at a military base.


    How can you ask me to wear makeup?”


    Suppressing his chuckles, Nathan patted Sonny on the cheek and gave it a firm pinch.


    “Tough? Really, you seem more delicate to me.


    Don’t forget.


    Makeup tomorrow.


    That’s an order.


    ”


    Again, Sonny found himself without words.


    He couldn’t argue.


    With a look of gloom and irritation, Sonny remained silent.


    The constant pressure from Nathan left him no choice but to seek sce in venting his anger on someone else.


    While changing in a stall, he texted Kyson, “I’ve been called on an urgent mission by the Bureau.


    There are three restrooms still needing cleaning.


    I’m leaving them to you.


    Thanks! Also, don’t change out of your women’s clothes after you’re done tonight.


    Head straight home in them!”


    He didn’t receive a response for five minutes.


    When it came, it was very brief.


    “Why should I?”


    Sonny, sitting in an armored car, fired off a text in a fit of anger.


    “Because you lost the fight.


    You have to be myckey for a month.


    For the next thirty days, I’m the boss, and you’ll do as I say.


    Got it?”


    Two minutes ticked by before Kyson replied.


    His response was even more brief this time.


    “Okay.


    ”


    The message shed on Sonny’s screen.


    A smile spread across Sonny’s face, his mood lifted by Kyson’spliance.