Jemima glanced in the direction Alma was pointing."That woman? Who is she?" asked Jemima after seeing a very beautiful elderly woman in front of her. her. She was sitting alone, looking at the KoiKoi PondPond while drinking tea."Wow, she's very graceful and charismatic." Jemima continued to be in awe."Wow! Doesn't she smell like money? haha..." haha..." Alma teased.Jemima glanced at the woman and laughed together. "Aunt Alma is the best." She praised them while giving a thumbs up."Your job is to look after her.""WAH! Really?""Is she nice?"Alma nodded and said, "Very nodded and said, "Very good."Jemima shook her head in amazement. "What's my job?""Whatever you can do, the main task is to pay attention to her medicine, food, and rest hours," Alma explained.Jemima nodded. "Well, I understand Aunt Alma.""You are smart; that's why Auntie entrusted her to you."Jemima smiled happily. "When she comes in, we'll come in too," Alma said, and Jemima nodded happily.A few minutes pa
Jemima gasped in surprise and regretted her question."Ah, sorry, Grandmother.”"No, don't apologize. Darling," Mrs. Valencia replied."She said she lives in the town of Coast Field; let's hope she doesn't regret her decision." She explained.Jemima nodded in understanding but didn't want to ask any more questions, afraid that Madame Valencia would feel sad. That day, Jemima spent her time talking about other things with Mrs. Valencia, and that night, she stayed at Alma's house.In the town of Spring Brooks, Julian was both annoyed and worried that Jemima had not returned home, even though the girl had promised to stay in the town of Applered for only half a day."Egan, can you trace Jemima's whereabouts?" asked Julian, who had been staring outside."Of course, do you have her cell phone number?" replied Egan.Julian shook his head in confusion. "Huh? You don't have it?" asked Egan in surprise."Hump!""So, if you are far apart, how do you communicate?" asked Egan again.Julian shook
Julian did not move; this time, his patience wanted to explode."Sam, Mat, hold him." The man ordered his two friends.The men called Sam and Mat were the men who disturbed Jemima when Julian was wandering on the border road between the towns of Spring Brooks and Coast Fiel. Of course, Julian also remembered the other man, Ian. At least that's what Jemima called him; Julian promised to find out their real names.Sam and Mat started to stand beside Julian; they flanked him. Of course, it was no big deal for Julian; he was confident that he could subvert the two sassy men who started holding his shoulders and hands.Ian walked over and then picked up the nuts he had thrown on the floor."Heh! Isn't it helpless? ready for a snack?" asked Ian while preparing to open Julian's mouth so he could insert the nuts."HEY! What are you doing?" Someone shouted, and it turned out to be Egan, who had just returned.Ian glanced in the direction of the voice. At first, he seemed to be angry, but after
Egan stared at Mat, because how could the man tell him to kowtow?"Oh, so you don't care that all people named Egan can't work for my company?" Ian asked."Ian, I don't think it's just Maxim's company in this town," Egan replied."Oh well, we'll see." Ian challenged."Oh, so he's Maxim's family?" asked Julian after a long silence."Yes, his uncle is the main owner of the Maxim company," Egan answered.Ian looked proud because he thought he could scare the bum."Oh, his uncle; I think his father. How can you be proud of other people's achievements just because you have the same name?" Insult Julian.Ian's face was suddenly red with emotion, and emotion, and he was also very offended by the person's words."Woe! Confidently saying ‘my company', shameless." Julian snorted again with a mocking grin.Sam and Mat had to swallow their saliva; they didn't expect the person they criticized to dare say such scathing words."Are you tired of living, you fucking bum?!" Mat exclaimed.Julian repli
"Of course, there's a problem," Julian said."Ah, really?" asked Egan, Egan, looking confused, confused by Dante's words that misled his mind."Tsk! The end of your history and your family!" Julian replied."Aren't you afraid?" He asked again while looking Egan in the eye.Egan looked tense, but he could only scratch his head, then shook his head, still confused and not understanding the meaning of his boss's words."Ah, apparently my partner is still very innocent. Never mind, I want to rest... Go away." Banish Julian.Egan was even more confused, especially when he was sent away just like that after getting absurd sentences. "But do you want to rest here?" he asked."Hm, waiting for Jemima," Julian replied."Oh, well, good night.""Hump! Go away, rest there." Cut Julian off."Oh, okay," Egan replied, but unbeknownst to Julian, Egan sat on another couch and watched Julian from a distance. Not long after that, even his two colleagues, Steve and Miller, also accompanied him; sometimes
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you okay, dude? dude? Calm down.”"NO! Just go if you want to go," Julian replied, looking angry."Hey, is it because I want to go? Come on, on, Julian, I just want to work, not leave you forever." Jemima replied."Do you remember my mission?" she continued to ask.Julian was silent, sulking like a child about to be abandoned by his mother."My mission hasn't changed; find a new house for us while paying off my debt."Julian's emotions began to subside; he did not want to continue to be selfish if he did not want to be abandoned by the girl."Sorry, Jemi. I don't have anyone now, except you." He said."My attitude may have gone too far." She continued.Jemima smiled softly, then hugged Julian lovingly like a child, rubbing his back because he was not as tall as her, so she could not stroke the big man's head of hair."Why is your relationship with Victor not going well?" asked Jemima.Julian sighed... Jemima liked discussing Victor when they were talki
Julian didn't seem to care at all, and Jemima didn't give up; she continued her explanation for him to understand."Oh yes, but just so you know, even though she failed to be my stepmother, she still thinks of me as her daughter. She gave a lot of money to me, and she also gave a lot of money to my father, even though it was money she'd worked for all her life." Jemima continued."All right, sorry. I thought... I was the only one close to you; I didn't realize there was someone else." Julian replied."Of course, we didn't know each other from childhood anyway. It took some adjustment for us to share our stories." Jemima replied."So, what do you do there?""Looking after the old man.""Oh yeah? Do you like that job?"Jemima nodded."If you can become a permanent employee at this hotel, can you cancel the job there?" Julian asked, still not giving up and hoping that Jemima would be tempted by his offer.Jemima shook her head."Huh? Why?"Jemima looked closely at Julian's face; she had
Jemima was still daydreaming about Julian; she regretted that the man she felt was hers, because she had picked him up from the streets, was now favored by someone else like Victor. Someone she clearly couldn't compete with.(No wonder Victor would give anything for him; look at how handsome this man picked up from the streets is.) Jemima thought Julian was right in front of her."Hump! What's wrong?" asked Julian as Jemima stared at him."Ah no, let's sit down." Jemima replied.Both of them sat down at the same time, and someone came over with a bottle of wine."Excuse me, I'll pour your wine." The person said she was obviously a waiter.Julian and Jemima raised their glasses, but Julian was surprised that the waiter was Steve."Steve__"His words were cut short as Jemima looked at him, looking surprised."Ah, no." Julian said it again.Steve seemed to blink his eyes briefly, the man pretending not to recognize Julian, and vice versa."Uh, wait. Did you give me the wrong wine?" asked
Frank folded his long-sleeved shirt; the man's burly muscles looked manly and sexy, making Sarah's heart beat faster. Plus, some of the buttons on Frank's chest were open, showing a bit of his broad chest. "Let me rub your back," Frank offered as he sat behind Sarah's back. Frank began to rub Sarah's back; not only that, the man also stepped on Sarah's shoulders to her head very painstakingly. Occasional sighs were heard from Sarah's lips; the woman felt her body calm down. "I can't believe you can make me this calm," Sarah praised. "Hem, I can make you even calmer," Frank replied. "Oh yeah? How?" asked Sarah with a chuckle. "Are you sure you want me to show you how?" urged Frank. "Of course, show me," Sarah replies. "Okay," Frank replied in a soft voice. Slowly Frank's hands massaged her shoulders and neck, then his hands traced her chest, making Sarah freeze while closing her eyes. Sarah's body is arranged in such a way by Frank to make it look comfortable; Sarah's head i
Right in the hotel lobby, Hector left Sarah alone, and while she was down, suddenly someone put a suit on her. 'Dante, I'm sure it's you," Sarah thought with an excited smile on her face, which she quickly corrected into a sad and sulking face. Unfortunately, when she turned around, the owner of the suit was not the man she expected. "Ah, Frank. I thought you were home," Sarah said when she realized that the man wearing a suit to cover her exposed shoulders and wet dress was her future brother-in-law. "Hm, you're such a mess, Sarah." Sarah nodded with a smile. "You're not going home?" Sarah asked again. "Ah... how can I go home, leaving you and my sister soaking wet? I'm waiting to see who comes first, and I have to help," Frank explained. Sarah smiled by trying to act gracefully to cover her annoyance and embarrassment in front of Frank; she was hungry for praise and wanted to look tough in front of any man. "Why don't we book a room here?" Frank asked. Sarah's eyes widened.
Dante moved closer to Sarah, then whispered something that made everyone curious about what the man was saying. "Even if you show your body to the world, I will not return to you; my heart is dead." Sarah bit her lip; it felt like her heart was pricked by small needles, not expecting that the man who was once crazy about her no longer had feelings for her. "How is Miss Sarah? Do you still want to go with me?" asked Dante. Sarah did not immediately answer; she froze silently with her eyes glazed over. "How? Why are you silent? Do you still want to continue?" Dante urged, not as it sounded; the man seemed so dominant that he dared to fight Sarah, who was a woman. Finally, Sarah shook her head. She might give up this time, but she still had other plans to get Dante's heart back. "Mr. Vascos, but this servant__" Dante immediately turned to Hera, who immediately fell silent, "What? is something wrong?" Hera shook her head in fear. "Why? Weren't you going to water her?" Dante asked
It seemed that Hera did not want to give in; she wanted to look good in the eyes of Dante and Victor, hoping that the two men, especially Dante, could like her courage in fighting Sarah. "Come on, my dear sister-in-law, can you not make things difficult for us who are having this event?" asked Hera, looking annoyed with both hands clenched tightly. Sarah flicked her index finger at Hera, "No, Hera, I strongly object to your used clothes." Hera was getting more and more annoyed; she looked at Jemima while snorting harshly, "FUCK! Because of a servant like you, everything is a mess." Jemima looked speechless; now there was another woman abusing her, and she couldn't help but cry. "Tell you what, I'll avenge your anger on that despicable maid." "Oh yeah?" cut in Sarah, looking pleased as she turned to Dante, as if implying something. "What are you going to do?" he continued to ask. "I'm going to do the same, but I hope you'll sit tight first; after everything is done, Sarah and I
Samuel and Mira's faces looked angry even though the couple was trying to maintain the pride that had been knocked down by Sarah's careless attitude, but there was Dante and Victor there; the two guests were more valuable than Sarah's cheap attitude, which should be dealt with immediately. Everyone was silent, all nervous except for Dante and Victor. "Well, it looks like what Mr. Victor said was true," Samuel said. "Maybe we'll meet when Mr. Vascos has time," he continued with a disappointed tone of voice and face. Dante seemed to raise his hand. "No problem. Let your future daughter-in-law be here; you can continue what you just said," he said. "I'm afraid you feel uncomfortable," Samuel retorted. "Of course not; let's have a toast," Dante invited as he raised the wine glass in front of him. At the same time, several waitresses walked over to the table and stood behind the guests holding what appeared to be very valuable bottles of wine. From the line of waitresses, Dante's ey
"Ah, well, I guess we'll have dinner first," Samuel said awkwardly. As Victor waved to someone, and they seemed to understand what he meant, one by one the waiters arrived with menus to fill the long table that was now in front of Dante as well as the Anderson family members. "Ekhem, Mr. Vascos," Samuel said, still looking nervous, but it seemed the man couldn't and wouldn't put up with small talk. "Yes, please if you wish to speak," Dante replied. "Ekhem, first I would like to apologize for the impudence of my second son's behavior," Samuel explained while glancing briefly at Hector. "As a parent... I feel embarrassed because..." "Hello, I didn't expect to see you here," someone interrupted Samuel, causing everyone to turn their heads towards the voice. 'Ah, damn. What does she want to come here?' Dante's mind looked annoyed. Samuel, whose words were cut off, also looked angry after seeing who the voice belonged to. "Wild woman," Samuel's snort was heard, albeit softly. "He
Egan turned to Dante, who was still curious about his question. "Because it's possible that your ex is also coming to the event," Egan replied. "Ex? Who?" Egan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Time to get ready, sir." Dante looked at the clock on his hand; indeed, in about thirty minutes it was time for dinner. He nodded at Egan, who seemed to be quickly getting things ready. Dante began to clean up, get dressed, and be ready to leave. "Looks like we're going to be late," Egan said. "Leave it alone, not an important guest; what are you worried about?" asked Dante. "Isn't Victor there already? I don't think it's a problem if I don't come," he continued. "Oh yes, your feelings are there day and night in this hotel; do you really not want to go home?" asked Dante after realizing that Egan had always been by his side. "No, sir. My place is by your side," Egan replied. Dante's forehead wrinkled. "Wait, what does that mean? I don't feel like asking you to be by my side for
Some time had passed, Dante had also moved from his seat, and Victor and Egan seemed to have finished talking. When Egan chose to leave, Victor chose to sit next to Dante. "Are you okay?" asked Victor, and Dante shook his head. "Tell me, what's the problem?" asked Victor again. Dante sighed in exasperation. "It looks like some weird old lady poisoned Jemima's mind." "Oh yeah?!" exclaimed Victor, looking curious as he approached Dante and fixed his sitting position. "Old woman? Who? Her grandmother?" asked Victor. Dante shook his head with his forehead wrinkled in thought. "Huh? no? then who?" urged Victor again. Dante sighed in despair, feeling like he wanted to go back to Redapple City, the city where his house was located and the city where Jemima worked. "Come on, man, don't keep quiet. How long are you going to listen to other people's opinions, and how long are you going to take insults from people who don't recognize you?" sighed Victor; now he was the one who looked fru
Looking at Julian, who was silent, Jemima looked at him worriedly. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Are you okay?" she asked again. Julian brushed off Jemima's hand that was about to wipe the sweat off his forehead; to him, it was nervous sweat, not feverish sweat. And he didn't need any attention at all. "Oh yeah, we'll be at the hotel soon; don't you want to eat out first? With me?" asked Jemima, offering something to keep Julian from moping. Unfortunately, Julian shook his head; he refused firmly. 'What's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly in a bad mood?" Jemima thought while occasionally stealing glances at Julian, who was more focused on driving than chatting with her. "Hmm, how about we have dinner together tonight? Consider it our first date." asked Jemima, trying to persuade. Again Julian shook his head. Jemima became annoyed with herself because she was confused by the mistake she made that made the man change drastically. "Alright, we're here. Get off," Julian asked