After they returned to their guest room, Hansen filled the bathtub with water. "Jenna, you're covered in sweat. Let me help you with that," Hansen said as he stepped out from the bathroom. Jenna was lying on the couch with her eyes slightly shut. He wrapped his arms around her as he whispered in her ears. Jenna did not move away and just stayed in his arms. The weather was too hot. Anyone else would be dripping in sweat from just standing outside, let alone a pregnant woman like Jenna. Hansen gently removed the clothes on Jenna's body, and helped her dry her sweat off, before carrying her into the bathroom. Hansen bathed her attentively. After the bath, Hansen helped her to change into her pajamas before returning to the bed. They were cuddling as Hansen said, "Jenna, I'll be heading to Capital City tomorrow. You have to take care of yourself. I've told father to let Lomen protect you for the time being. You can always look for Lomen if you need anyt
"Maud, you're nothing but a butler, whereas I'm the appointed second young madam by Vivian herself. Why can't I take a few accessories away for my own use? You have to know that the party I'll be attending today is an important one. The wealthiest folks in the A City are all attending it as well. If I make a plain appearance at the party, then I will only embarrass Richards Manor. Can you afford to bear the consequences of that?" Liya screamed. She was no longer putting on the nice act from earlier. It was known that Richards Manor had a huge collection of jewelry. So, why couldn't she borrow a few for her own use? Did they have to single her out that way? Upon hearing this, Maud put on a solemn face and said, without leaving any room for mercy, "Miss Liya, I really can't help you with this. I'm just following the rules. Not only you, even if any of the madams or young madams ask for the same thing, without the head of the household's approval, they also can never get to us
Oscar's mouth on Liya as he removed his pants impatiently. The two of them were then entangled passionately in the dark and secluded corner. There was a coffee table by the exit, near the circular pillar. Two women were sitting there, with their gazes fixed on Liya and Oscar. "Miss Yates, will we get to intercept Liya later?" Octavia glanced over at Liya and Oscar, with disgust filling her eyes, as she asked with slight concern. "Don't worry. Liya has moved back to Richards Manor. She has to return there every night. Otherwise, she will be kicked out." Zoella lowered her head and said faintly, "Let's wait for her by the exit later." "Sure, Miss Yates," Octavia replied. She was clearly unaccustomed to the lustful atmosphere of that place. Couples there were obviously having fun with each other. She found that place filthy and disgusting at the same time. "Mr. Jones, are you done yet?" Liya asked after Oscar roughly possessed her, as he seemed to have the de
"Be quick, remove my heels for me," Liya said in an annoyed tone. She was laughing and flirting with Oscar, but she noticed that Zoella still hadn't removed her heels for her. Oscar was already aroused by Liya, but upon hearing what she had said, his mood was once again ruined. He looked up and saw Zoella standing still. Rage built up in him. He grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table and sent it flying towards her as he let out a curse, "B*tch." The ashtray was aimed towards her. Zeolla couldn't dodge in time, and the ashtray crashed into her arm. She immediately felt a stinging pain. Liya looked mockingly at her as she said, "Zoella, I only wanted you to remove my heels for me. Was it that hard?" Zoella could only suppress her anger and glare hatefully at Liya. She gritted her teeth as she bent down and started removing her heels. It was against Zoella's will to do this, and the straps on the heels were intricate as well. After several attempts, Zoella
"Miss Yates, what's wrong?" Octavia gasped and immediately attended to Zoella. "My tummy hurts. It hurts." Zoella bit her lips. She was drenched in sweat and looked pale. "Ah, let's get you to the hospital then." Octavia helped her up in a panic. Zoella gritted her teeth as she endured the waves of pain coming from her stomach. She felt as if there was blood flowing out between her legs. Oscar kicked her squarely in the stomach the night before, which almost made her pass out from the pain. Not only did Oscar torture her that night, he also shoved cigarette ends and a lighter inside of her under Liya's provocation. She didn't know how she managed to survive. She felt cold all over her body, and the pain inside of her abdomen kept surging to the extent that she was not able to stand up on her own. Octavia could only try her best to support Zoella and head outside with her. There was more blood flowing out from in between Zoella's legs. Even a sa
"Stop right there, Liya," Jenna shouted at Liya, who left in a hurry. After taking a few steps, Liya couldn't help but to come to a halt. "Liya, I'm warning you that you're not to set foot in Grandma's bedroom from today onwards. We all highly respect Grandma, and I will never allow filthy women like you to tarnish her dignity. Keep this in mind. Otherwise, I will have the security kick you out. Also, you must remember that your stay was approved out of Mr. Trevor's kindness. If you ever try to stir trouble in Richards Manor, then I will never forgive you," Jenna warned with a stern voice. "We'll see, b*tch." Liya let out a low curse. However, she didn't have the guts to confront Jenna any further in Vivian's bedroom. It wasn't because she was afraid of Jenna. She was concerned that Vivian might wake up anytime, and she would be in great trouble by then. Therefore, after letting out a muffled curse, she then left the room dejectedly. After returning to her bedro
Ezrah was kneeling in the corner with his hands tied behind his back. His clothes were in disarray, and his face was livid. He was in a mess. It was visible that Paul and John had tortured him. Hansen walked over and stopped right in front of him. Ezrah looked up and stared at him with high vigilance. "Mr. Haris, can you tell who I am?" Hansen asked in a neutral tone. He had a faint smile at the corner of his lips. "You are..." Ezrah asked in fear as he inspected Hansen's face carefully. The smile on Hansen's face faded away and was soon replaced by a sharp gaze. His gaze wandered on Ezrah's body as he smirked, and said in a neutral yet domineering tone, "Mr. Haris, it's okay if you don't know me, but I do know you very well. I'd advise you to cooperate with me today and answer all of my questions. It's for our own interests." The young man standing in front of him seemed noble, instead of looking like a street punk. In fact, when Paul and John were
"Young Master Richards, what should we do with Ezrah now?" Paul asked with a whisper. Hansen lifted an eyebrow and said lightly, "If we let him go now, then Yadriel will definitely pull a move on him after finding out about this. We'll keep him with us for the time being. We have sent his confession to the higher-ups, and we're waiting for them to take action. You can tell him that we're doing this to protect him." "Sure, Mr. Richards." Paul nodded. He was about to leave when he heard Hansen saying, "Paul, I need you to follow me for tonight's schedule. I'm treating Johan to dinner." Paul was startled for a while before he could understand the situation. He nodded. Hansen stood up. He was preparing himself to get some rest for his schedule later that day. Hansen wouldn't beg for Johan's help if it was only concerning the Richards Group. However, now that they were trying to find dirt on Yadriel, Hansen had no choice but to ask for Johan's help. Hansen was