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**Mavin**

"Who was that woman?" I stared at Sir Adam angrily. The last thing I remembered was sending him to get me a glass of water while I was busy going through my grandfather's will.

Grandpa wanted me to marry by force, but I didn't want to.

I was the only son and child of my parents. My father didn't marry my mother; he went on to marry another woman when I was young. With my mom being a stripper and a club addict, Grandpa had to raise me all alone. He left all his properties to me instead of my father and his wife.

I hated women with a passion. I couldn't believe that my own mother was so consumed by lust and pleasure that she turned a blind eye to me and abandoned me when I needed her the most.

I am 29 years old now, and my grandpa wouldn't stop reminding me that I was getting old.

"Mavin, you need to marry to have a successor," Grandpa kept reminding me, as I was his favorite grandson.

Grandpa had other granddaughters and grandsons from his daughters, but he never looked at them like he looked at me whenever they visited. He stated, "They're all bearing their father's surname, not mine."

"You need to marry, Mavin, to give me a great-grandson before I pass away," Grandpa kept saying to me every day like a national anthem. This time, I was enraged, as that water wasn't ordinary.

I felt as hard as a rock, and I was really in need of a woman to have sex with. I was burning hot, and the pain in my member was immeasurable; it felt like it wanted to explode.

"Adam! I will ask you for the last time before I involve the police... What did you do to me, and who was that lady I saw on my bed this morning?"

I didn't want to believe that I had slept with that pretty yellow lady. The way she had stared at me in surprise this morning, with her big round blue eyes admiring me, shocked me. I had never seen a lady with such big eyes before, and they looked so pretty on her face as she blinked at me like a doll, staring at me like a dummy too.

Her skin looked so soft and pampered. I knew from the moment I woke up and set my eyes on her that she was a rich man's daughter. Her innocence was so visible on her face and in her bodily movements.

As much as I hated women around me, I hadn't thought I would sleep with one so soon. Most of my female staff knew better than to try to seduce me at work, as they would be fired immediately.

I hadn't slept with a lady before, and I couldn't remember what happened between me and that pretty yellow lady the previous night. I only remembered dragging her into my bedroom. Whether I had slept with her or not, I didn't know, as my head still hurt and my memory was vague.

"Tell me for the last time, what did you do to me, Adam?!" I roared at him, feeling the urge to grab him and hit him for daring to drug me.

He apologized, "I'm sorry, boss. Grandmaster ordered me to do it."

"To do what?" I asked him again, standing in my sitting room and glaring at him coldly.

Just then, my sitting room door pushed open gently, and my grandpa walked in.

"Mavin... What's going on here?" Grandpa asked, pretending not to know.

"Good morning, Grandpa," I greeted him first, tying a white towel around my waist. He glanced from Adam to me and smiled.

"You can leave us, Adam," Grandpa said, but I quickly interjected, "No, Grandpa, I haven't asked Adam to leave yet."

"What's the matter, Mavin? And who was that pretty young lady I saw leaving the house earlier?"

My fists clenched at my grandpa's question.

"I don't know her, Grandpa. That's the same reason I asked Adam to wait," I replied coldly, and I could see Grandpa staring at Adam, pretending not to know what he had planned with our butler.

"Alright. Be fast, Mavin, as I would like you to accompany me to the hospital today," Grandpa reminded me of his medical treatment, and I groaned, "Okay, Grandpa."

I watched as my grandpa turned and exited my sitting room, then my eyes shifted back to Adam.

"Can you start speaking to me now? Or else I won't hesitate to fire you this minute. Who was that fucking lady, and where did you bring her from?" I demanded, wanting to know more about the lady I had slept with.

I knew I shouldn't be concerned about her, but I still wanted to know where Adam had found such a pretty lady with her blue eyes, sharp pointed nose, and innocent demeanor.

"I met her at your hotel, boss," Adam said.

"Which hotel?" I asked.

"The LX Hotel."

I frowned, knowing that was my grandfather's hotel. Grandpa had seized all his companies, but he couldn't seize mine unless I agreed to marry and give him a great-grandchild. Then he would release his company to me.

I wasn't against the idea of having children, but finding a good woman who would be a mother to my kids was the problem. All my past relationships had crashed, barely lasting a week or two days.

"What's her name, and which family is she from? I need you to find out more information about her. Do your research to know where she's from," I instructed Adam as I turned to walk back into my room.

"Alright, boss." Adam turned to leave the sitting room, but I stopped him.

"Wait, Adam... You haven't told me her name yet. Didn't you pay her off this morning?" I asked, wanting to know.

The last thing I wouldn't accept was for any lady to accuse me of rape. As much as I didn't want to admit that I had slept with that pretty lady, the way she looked so red, with marks all over her cheeks and neck, especially when I had swirled her around to face me, made me uneasy.

I knew I must have touched her the previous night and was probably the one who had kissed her, leaving all those hickeys on her yellow-white skin. She was very yellow and soft.

It was evident that I had slept with her, and the thought alone made my muscles tense.

"She said her name is Thelma, boss," Adam replied.

"Thelma who? How can you bring a lady here without checking her complete identity? Where are the bank account details you used to transfer payment into her account to know her name?" I asked Adam. I knew that most rich families lived in City B, and it was either the young lady named Thelma was a rich man's daughter or related to one. I didn't want to think of her as a prostitute.

"Boss, I haven't transferred any payment to her account. She ran away without giving me her details, and before I could reach her downstairs, Grandpa had already ordered Thompson to escort her outside to the gate," Sir Adam replied, and my fists clenched.

"Hmm, leave then," I dismissed Adam and finally walked back into my bedroom.

I slammed my bedroom door closed, wanting to take a bath.

I had to prepare to take Grandpa Charlie to the hospital. I stared at my white bedspread, as I loved everything white and neat around me.

But my eyes fell on the red bloodstains on the white bedsheet, and I gasped, "Shit! What's that?"

I rushed toward the white bedspread and picked it up, my blood boiling as I tried to understand what it meant.

Damn it! I had to gain access to the LX Hotel to find out what exactly Thelma went there to do and who she really was.

But why do I care about her anyway? It was a one-night stand between us.

There's no need for me to want to see her again. I dislike women, and I don't plan to speak with her again either. I encouraged myself as I tossed the white bedspread onto the floor.

I immediately called for the maids to come and tidy up my bedroom and pick up the white bedspread before I went into my bathroom to bathe.

The sun was still rising gradually toward the earth's surface, and I hurried through my bath.