Victor raised one eyebrow as his forehead furrowed in slight surprise, not expecting his enemy to go this far and know Dante's current whereabouts."What did he promise you that you would do something so stupid, Viona?" asked Victor, while Dante seemed to sit back down after hearing Hector's name.Viona shook her head. "Then why would you do it?" asked Victor again. "Do you feel confident that you can have Mr. Dante?" he continued.Viona nodded. "What a stupid bitch!" sneered Victor.Viona glanced hatefully at Victor, although he seemed unconcerned by her glare."What about this? Are we going to continue reporting?" Victor asked Dante."Forget it; we don't have to go back to this place anymore." Dante replied.There was relief on Viona and Rocky's faces when they heard that answer."Are you going to get away with it this time too? Shouldn't we teach this woman a lesson as well as her errand boy?" urged Victor, who didn't accept Dante's answer."Why have you changed like this?" asked V
Victor and Egan looked at Miller as if to tell him to shut up, squeezing his sweet lips tightly. Miller's question was so unexpected that it infuriated Victor and Egan."Yes, do you need medicine?" Steve replied. Egan and Victor felt resigned that their two new colleagues were so careless and insensitive."Medicine? Do you have medicine for this?" asked Dante while uncovering his intimate area with a sharp look.Steve suddenly looked down, his eyes acting as if they wanted to jump out. Now he understood why Egan and Victor's expressions were so surprised at him.The five of them finally arrived at Dante's Villa. Steve and Miller immediately searched for ice without any orders from Victor or Egan. Especially after they regretted their question to Dante, which was definitely an embarrassing moment.The bathtub was already filled to the brim with ice water, and Dante was allowed to immerse himself in it while his four subordinates sat down together to talk."Steve, find out as much infor
Miller looked furious when he saw the man. He hadn't expected to see him in the house."Let's go closer," Egan invited, and the two sneaked back to see what was going on inside the house.Ian or William Maxim was seen talking to some people. They seemed to be Jemima's family."I want to marry Jemima soon; can it be expedited?" Ian asked."Of course, son. As you wish," replied the middle-aged woman. Egan guessed that the woman was Jemima's mother or aunt."Good thing I saw her when she came. You should give me a present," said the woman who looked at Jemima's age."Don't forget me too," said a young man.Everyone seemed to be laughing uproariously."Of course, Sister Shania and my future brother-in-law Shawn, you will definitely get presents." Ian replied after laughing.Egan and Miller, who heard and saw their conversation, tried to guess who the family was."Where's Jemima?" Miller whispered."I think it's in the basement," Steve replied through the earphones that Egan and Miller wer
Mark and his wife looked at each other, and their guess seemed to be correct: Ian was a cunning man."But Jemima is more valuable than our debt. Please think about it," Mark persuaded."Yes, please think about it, my son-in-law. Didn't you promise? We've brought Jemima as promised; now we're collecting on your promise; isn't it fair?" persuaded Mark's wife; she sounded thoughtful.Ian paused, seeming to think, because it seemed that the two parents were not easily fooled."Alright. Just marry Jemima first; the money will be given soon," Ian said.Mark and his wife exchanged glances, signaling that they did not accept the deal."Sorry, son-in-law. In that case, we can't marry Jemima to you," Mark's wife chided.Now it was Ian's turn not to accept the woman's words."Mrs. Bela, do you not believe me either?"The stepmother, whose name was later revealed to be Bela, smiled gently, but there was an implicit plan."Sorry, we can't agree to that deal. There's money, then the wedding," Bela
Seeing her father angry and her favorite brother looking helpless, Shania immediately put up a body."Let me see." Shania said as she walked towards the door. Before she peeked at who was coming, she quickly hid behind the door."Who?" asked Bela, whispering.Shania looked happy while feeling her chest, which seemed to be pounding."What prince is knocking on my door at this hour? Should I open the door?" she asked, talking to herself while twirling her curls.Seeing her daughter's unreasonably flirtatious behavior, Bela knew that there wasn't anyone dangerous behind the door, so she pushed aside her daughter's body blocking the door and opened it immediately."Aw!" Shania winced as her shoulder bumped into the end of the sofa; her mother only replied with an annoyed glance."Hey, who is it?" asked Bela when she saw the face of the man in front of her, who had been annoyed and suddenly became friendly."Ekhem, sorry, ma'am. Is this really Miss Poppy's house?" asked the stranger, who w
Jemima sounded frightened."Just wait, I'm just making sure that you're in this room safely," Egan replied again, trying to reassure her."We're leaving; you'd better get some rest," he continued, but Jemima didn't make another sound. However, the faint sound of her sobbing could be heard."Come on, Miller, I'm done," Egan reported as he pressed his earphone, inevitably leaving her alone.Miller could still be heard exchanging words, the man continuing to find excuses to refuse entry even though the Sullivans told him to sit down for just a moment."Sorry, Mr., Mrs., and... Miss Shania. I can't come in at this time of night, but if you'd like, perhaps I'll visit again tomorrow afternoon.""Wow, you really are a polite and kind man," Bela praised with sparkling eyes."You also remember my name," Shania replied shyly, to the extent that Miller was disgusted by the woman's behavior, which was inversely proportional to her conversation with Ian."Oh yeah, before you go, can we know where
Seeing the look on Egan's face, Dante immediately spoke. "When you're done resting, tomorrow we'll discuss what we have to do," Dante explained."READY!" the three of them simultaneously exclaimed, looking happy, then one by one went to clean up and rest.That night, Dante couldn't sleep; he felt uneasy and wanted to pick Jemima up immediately. There was only one thing that made him sure: Jemima would be fine, Ian wasn't, and her family wouldn't dare to hurt her.Now that the sun had risen, the lobby of the hotel sounded crowded, as many guests were visiting the town of Spring Brooks and staying at the hotel.Egan, Steve, and Miller came down from the villa for breakfast. Dante deliberately told the three not to have breakfast in the villa because he wanted to talk to Victor. When the three left, at that moment, Victor entered the villa."Many guests, you'd better not come out." Victor warned."What's that got to do with me?" asked Dante, sounding annoyed; it was obvious that he wasn'
Victor had plenty of reasonable reasons to come straight away and inquire about Jemima. He wouldn't be considered a freak by the Sullivan family."Deal!" exclaimed Dante.Victor replied with a wink; now he had to quickly cash in on Dante's request. As the conversation continued, Egan suddenly returned because he had something to report."Sir, it looks like Mr. Maxim is making some noise downstairs," Egan reported.Dante looked at Victor as if the goddess of fortune had favored him."Please take him to Victor's office," Dante pleaded.Victor was confused by Dante's change of mind. Hadn't Dante not wanted to meet with Robby Maxim for the past few days? Why did his mind change so quickly like this?"Vic, go to Jemima's house. Make sure to see her firsthand; don't let her get hurt in the slightest," Dante said.Victor nodded in understanding. He understood what Dante meant."Now I'm going to handle those people, including Robby Maxim," Dante said as he prepared to put on the neat clothes
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