"Yeah, sure!" Mya said happily. The servants who were taken away were now replaced. The new ones were even prettier and sexier than the previous ones. All dressed in maid uniforms, they strolled around with their hips swaying. They also prepared a tasty lunch for Fred and Mya.Mya slipped on the shoes the servants brought without realizing the potentially risky situation she was entering. She strolled over to the dining table without much thought and happily dug into her lunch.These servants were top-notch, handpicked from Sin City. Their monthly pay was almost as much as a family earned in a whole year. Beyond their household duties, these servants also had to meet their master's more personal needs. It was a part of their job to keep their master company through the night, as every man tended to feel lonely then.Not every servant got the chance to work here. They had to go through a tough selection process, considering things like looks, physique, and even cooking skills.One s
In the shadowy study, adorned with European-style furnishings, a bronze statue of Jesus with an integrated cross design took pride of place on a dark desk. Seated across from it, Riley Tillman, Fred's deputy, clutched a photograph. "Sir, tracking this guy down might be really tough—there's no cell service out in that area. But it's like this guy is onto us. We lost all our leads by the time our team got there—he'd vanished."Fred reclined in an armchair, playing with a small, ornate dagger. The blade gleamed sharply, complemented by the large, shining blue sapphire on its hilt. He asked, "What was his last known address?""Wrupant Village," Riley replied promptly. "Our guys showed up and he had vanished.""Tell them to round up a bigger team. I want him found, whether he's breathing or not.""Got it," Riley replied.A moment later, Fred's expression changed as a knowing grin took over. "On second thought, cancel that. I'm going myself. Get my car ready."Madelyn was jolted awake
Margaret, busy in the room with Dalton, noticed the sound of someone at the door. She knocked softly on the closet door. "Ms. Jent, Mrs. Jardin is back," she announced quietly.Madelyn, alerted by Margaret's gentle warning, quickly got up, tucked her cellphone into the box, and hid it back in its secret spot. Zach, overhearing the faint murmur of voices, gently opened the door and stepped inside. He scanned the room carefully but did not immediately see Madelyn.Margaret feigned surprise and said, "Oh! Ms. Jent is right in the walk-in closet, trying to pick out some clothes. She mentioned wanting to mix up her wardrobe with something new and lively."Zach did not question Margaret's made-up story. He valued her support for Madelyn and did not think it was right to scold her. As he opened the closet door, he saw Madelyn stepping out, holding onto some old pajamas. However, it wasn't the pajamas that grabbed Zach's notice; it was Madelyn's eyes, red and swollen from crying. Concerned,
On the dressing table, Madelyn's makeup was accompanied by an array of sparkling jewelry. Necklaces and earrings lay in perfect order — just the way Madelyn liked it. These pieces were not just pretty; they were expensive. Even the tiniest diamond earrings could have gotten you a big, fancy house in Ventropolis. Every item had a special code and Madelyn's name on it. If someone had tried to snatch one, any shop expert could have told it was hers in a heartbeat. No thief would dare lay a finger on them.In the study, Zach was deep into a transnational video conference, pouring over the details of overseas medical investment projects. He had also set up a foundation to back the medical researchers. The risk of the funds evaporating without a trace did not faze him; to Zach, the investment was completely justified.There was a photograph on Zach's desk: Madelyn in her Ventrocloud High School uniform. Her smile was wide, capturing the spirit of her first day at high school--a memory Zach
Kevin exited the elevator, and Blake was right on his heels, her arms laden with documents. Blake, serving as an intern in the secretarial department under Cecilia, had never before been involved in such a critical situation at the company. Since Cecilia had been absent from the office for an extended period, Blake was now answering directly to Kevin.Ever since Blake started working for Kevin, she had not enjoyed a single day of rest; it had been a grueling three months. The only thing keeping her going was the prospect of a hefty bonus come year-end; without that, she would have already left. Lately, she caught herself longing for the less hectic times.The bursts from the cameras were blinding, making it a challenge for Blake to keep her eyes open. Standing meekly behind Kevin, she observed him, noting with a mix of respect and envy how he managed to handle the reporters' relentless questions with such ease.One reporter asked, "With Zach Jardin now among the global top five rich
'I just knew things would go back to how they started. Zach, I knew you would be tired of me,' Madelyn thought. All she could do now was wait for Zach to show her the door. She wouldn't be free until she left the Jent residence behind. If not, she worried she might never escape being wrapped up in Zach's world.In the video, Zach was in the spotlight, and his influence in Ventropolis now overshadowed even that of the once-dominant Arnold family. The more Zach triumphed, the more Madelyn stewed over it. 'How did Zach get so much money and power? Did he do it at the Arnolds' expense, climbing over them ruthlessly to fulfill his ambitions? Is this the kind of conquest you wanted, Zach?' Madelyn pondered quietly, her eyes fixed on the horizon through the big windows of her studio. The setting sun bathed her in a warm golden light, contrasting sharply with the cool, detached gleam in her gaze.A maid climbed the stairs. "Mrs. Jardin, dinner is ready.""Okay," Madelyn replied.Zach sti
Zach rubbed his forehead and took a moment to rest in the passenger seat. Then, without saying anything to Cecilia, he quietly left the car. Carrying his black suit over his arm, he walked through the unlocked front door, heading straight for the foyer.Margaret had been half-asleep at the dining table when a noise made her jump. "Oh my... Mr. Jardin?" she said, wide-eyed.Zach hung his jacket on the coat rack without making a fuss. He glanced around the room. "Where's Madelyn?" he asked.Margaret said, "Ms. Jent spent the whole day drawing. I was making her supper for later, but I must've fallen asleep." Her words trailed off as worry etched her face. "Oh no, the creamy chicken soup!" Hastily, she made her way to the kitchen. Upon returning with a steaming bowl of soup, she noticed Zach was no longer there.Madelyn, yawning, emerged from Dalton's room and bumped into Zach, who was coming up the stairs. Their eyes met briefly, and then she averted her gaze. A gust of wind brought t
Inside a black velvet box was a unique ring, gleaming with a red gemstone as precious as any treasure and circled by 520 tiny diamonds glittering in the light. Each diamond was meticulously chosen to ensure a perfect fit within the setting. This red gem stood alone in its splendor, unmatched anywhere else in the world. Its worth was astronomical—over $3 billion in Venturian currency.Madelyn finally drifted off to sleep. But suddenly, she felt the bed dipped beside her, and her hand was grasped; something cold slid onto her ring finger. Her eyes snapped open to find Zach sitting next to her, a ring with a sparkling red gemstone now on her finger. She quickly withdrew her hand and bolted upright."What's going on?" she asked, struggling to remove the ring from her finger.Zach observed her attempt for a brief moment, then with a weary yet resonant voice, he said, "I'm proposing to you."Surprise washed over Madelyn, and her fingers froze.Zach's voice was gentle as he confided, "I'