Dante seemed to be wearing an outfit that was not easy to guess the price of, although those who knew him would definitely know that it was no ordinary outfit. Adam Flaming, unfortunately, was too late to regret his actions."I apologize for my cousin's actions, Mr. Dante," Victor said after a moment. Dante simply nodded, the atmosphere getting even more awkward as his facial expression looked even more strained."Sir, we'll be in front of the Sullivans' house in five minutes," Miller greeted, trying to ease the tension so they could refocus on the plan involving Jemima.Dante once again simply nodded, while Miller glanced at Victor, who signaled him to remain calm.A few minutes passed, and they arrived in front of the Sullivans' house. It was quiet outside the house, but there was a buzz inside."Ah, it's a shame Steve isn't coming.""I don't need Steve," Dante cut in before Miller could finish his sentence."Sorry, sir."Dante didn't respond, seemingly indifferent to Miller's comme
"What's wrong?" asked Mark Sullivan with concern.Bela looked confused. "Ian can't be reached.""Why is this happening? He should have been here earlier," said Mark Sullivan with concern."Calm down, dear. Let's go inside; it's freezing outside." Bela tried to calm the situation."Come on down; we have to go in too," Dante called after the Sullivans entered the church.Inside the church, their arguments continued, and the sounds of arguing and blaming could be heard again."You should have made sure he moved first before you left," Mr. Sullivan said."Are you blaming me? You should have taken care of such trivial matters yourself; didn't you see I was busy since morning?" Bela retorted emotionally."Trivial? Is Ian's presence here considered trivial?" asked Mr. Sullivan."I mean, do me a favor; don't just think about yourself!" she defended loudly."Thinking of yourself? Hey Bela, it's my biological daughter that's being sacrificed here, not this pesky daughter of yours!" said Mr. Sul
"Who are you, daring to interfere in our conversation with Mr. Victor?" asked the woman in a sharp tone, surprising all those around her."Uh, wait. Aren't you___" Bela paused for a moment, trying to remember something as she looked at the man in front of her. "Ah, I remember. Weren't you the loser who lived with Jemima?" She continued to ask after the memory came back vividly in her mind.All eyes were now on Dante, including Victor and Miller, who had just learned that Dante had lived with Jemima. Now, the reason behind Dante's intention to help Jemima began to unfold."Do you know him?" asked Shania, suddenly curious.Bela approached Dante with confidence and said, "Yes. He's the loser who lives with Jemima," she said after being fully convinced."What is your purpose in coming here?""It was explained by Victor earlier," Dante replied."Oh yes, what is your relationship with Mr. Victor that you are so arrogant and disrespectful to him?""Actually, it's you who's being disrespectfu
Seeing her parents speechless, Shania hurriedly approached her mother to persuade her."Alright, Ma, just accept it. If we have to break up, let's break up. Isn't all we want is money?" Shania, deliberately provoking while feeling jealous that there was a man who dared to bid a high price for her stepsister.Hearing Mark Sullivan's harsh words, Bela and Shania were shocked, especially Bela, who could not accept her husband's constant belittling of her daughter."Please, Mark, don't talk like that!" Bela exclaimed, trying to reprimand her husband."What's wrong with Papa? Everything was fine yesterday," Shania sobbed, hugging her mother in confusion."Bela, Shania, we need to keep our manners," Mark Sullivan admonished, insisting that they calm down.Dante deliberately did not intervene to break up the family's argument; he wanted to see the family degenerate on their own without being regulated. He only focused on watching Jemima silently, his face hidden behind the lace cloth."Stop
Kiss, kiss, kiss. Victor and Heller seemed to be excited themselves; they were so enthusiastic.Julian lifted the veil and kissed Jemima gently on the lips, making her surprised and nervous."I will take care of you, Jemima. You are now officially my wife," Dante said.'Officially a wife? Did I hear that right?" thought Jemima, a little surprised by the statement.After the ceremony, the four of them left the church without caring about the Sullivan family, who were still confused, especially when Shania said that the one who became Jemima's husband might be Dante Vascos, who had often been the topic of conversation between them. Mark Sullivan felt sorry for losing a treasure like Dante Vascos, while Bela looked disappointed because if it were true that the man she liked to insult was Dante Vascos, then she had no chance to curry favor with him.Jemima, Dante, Victor, and Miller arrived in front of the Vascos Hotel after a few hours' drive from the city. During the trip, Jemima didn't
Because his interlocutor was only silent, not even chatty like usual, Julian got up from his seat while taking off his clothes one by one."Let's take a shower first; we can talk about other things while undergoing marriage," Julian invited."What? Take a shower. Both of us?" asked Jemima, stuttering.Julian nodded. "We are husband and wife. Did you forget?""Yes, but... I'm not ready," replied Jemima, embarrassed and cautious."Well, I won't insist."Julian left with a flat face, while Jemima was still confused as to what she should do; becoming a wife all of a sudden left her with no experience. On top of that, she was also still questioning the status of the relationship that she considered to be playful.Jemima sat pensively for a moment, contemplating everything that had happened in such a short time. She felt a mixture of nervousness and confusion. How did she find herself in such an intimate and stressful situation so quickly? She felt like she was in the middle of an unpredict
Julian smiled slightly, catching the confusion on the faces of Egan, Steve, Victor, and Miller. He felt good about keeping his identity a secret but also felt a little uneasy at their increasingly suspicious reactions."Mrs. Vascos is busy in her office. She has a big project she's working on," Julian replied calmly, trying to mask the anxiety in his heart.Steve frowned, trying to understand this increasingly complicated situation. "Big project? But since when does your wife have a work project here?"Julian smiled mysteriously and said, "Oh, you'd be surprised at my wife's prowess. She is a woman full of surprises.""Yes, I agree. But I hope you bring her into this room immediately and don't let her work on that big project alone," Steve chided."I know the project in question, so I think Mrs. Vascos can only work on it downstairs," countered Miller.Egan was trying to prevent Jemima's work from being discussed, so he seemed to be making fun of Dante. Unfortunately, Steve and Miller
Diego understood: "He said Sir William is waiting for Miss Jemima at the Sullivans; she must come, or Sir William will come here.""WHAT?!" Julian gasped, causing Diego to gasp too."Ah, is that so? Did Jemima answer him?"Diego nodded. "She said she'd ask someone's permission first, and if she's allowed, then she'll come.""Wow!" Dante was speechless, but his face looked annoyed."Why, sir. Is there a problem?" Diego asked. Julian nodded."Now are you going to go and give me the answer I just gave you?" Dante asked back."Yes, is there anything I can do for you?" replied Diego. "Yes, please pass on my message, don't bother my wife again," Dante said. Diego was transfixed, unable to believe what he had just heard. "You? Him? Mr. Dante? Miss? You__" Diego stuttered, unsure of what to say. Dante understood, "It's a secret. Jemima doesn't like having a Vascos husband, stt!" Diego was even more confused, although he finally nodded, the point was that he had to be able to keep this se
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