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The faces of the audience were as though they were suffocating.
Oriana shivered. She didn’t expect to be the one, the man was searching for.
Monica quickly added, “Manager, are you mistaken? This is Gabriella Hendrix. And why are you searching for Oriana?”
The manager ignored Monica’s questions and walked up to Oriana. His polite expression became more respectful, “Are you Miss Oriana Hendrix?”
“Hello mister. I’m Oriana Hendrix. Is it me that you’re searching for?”
The manager’s face arched in a smile.“Miss Oriana. It isn’t convenient for you to taxi, so we prepared you a car.”
As he spoke, a Rolls–Royce phantom car sped towards them. The manager respectfully opened the rear door, “Miss Oriana. please…”
The world top luxurious car had actually come to pick up
Oriana?
Oriana stared suspiciously at the manager. But he smiled sweetly. “Mrs Oriana, worry not, you’ll be dropped at the Red Villa.”
Oriana felt a bit convinced. She nodded and got into the car, and it drove off like a lightning.
The manager watched the car and waited for it to completely disappear from his sight before returning back to his post.
Gabriella hastily stopped him, “Hi manager, what really is going on?”
“I’m sorry, but this is our CEO’s personal matter. I can’t really say.” With that, the manager walked back into the building.
They entire audience were quite stunned. “Patrick, didn’t Oriana just return from the orphanage? How did she become acquainted with the Armstead’s family CEO?”
Monica snorted.
“Not long ago she hired a gigolo and now she personally knew the CEO? Her seduction prowess is really working. She really did take after her mother.” A slap had landed across Monica’s face.
It was unexpected, leaving Monica stunned. Patrick’s face had clouded with anger. He gritted his teeth and warned, “Why not look at yourself first? Do you deserve to judge others?”
Monica went numb and even Gabriella was startled by her father’s reaction.
Derrick stared indifferently at them. He turned his gaze towards the direction where
Oriana had left from.
The Rolls–Royce had successfully delivered Oriana at the Red Villa. She had kept North dated with the turn out of events.
“Are you saying that the CEO of the Armstead’s corporation drove you home?” North questioned with pure interests. “Yea, something like that.” Oriana responded and as she took off her shoes.
“How many new lovers do you have?” North asked.
Oriana has been pondering on her connection to the CEO of the Armstead’s corporation.
She suddenly remembered what she had always ignored.
Armstead!
Deacon was an Armstead!
North on the other end did not immediately send a message since she was probably shocked, two minutes later she sent Oriana a message, ‘Send me a picture, the one we went to the hot spring and you were wearing a bathing suit.” Why?
Oriana still opened her phone gallery even though she’s full of doubts and forwarded a picture to her. A few seconds after not getting a response. She checked to see if North had seen the message, then she found that she had actually sent the photo to Deacon!
Oriana had mistakenly sent the picture to Deacon instead of North. She quickly thought of deleting it, but it had already been marked sent.
She was felt a surge of heat engulfing her as she paced around the room with her right hand on her lips.
North’s message came in again.
“I needed to see your picture so I could ascertain the pyjamas that’ll fit you. PURPLE
STILI just released a new sexy night dresses. But I’ve sent the pictures of the pyjamas to you, just choose the one that’ll be your size and also your husband taste, and let me know once you’re done deciding.”
“Oh, so that’s why she she needed my picture.” Oriana muttered as she read North’s message.
She opened the pictures and went through them. A velvet pink one caught her attention.
Thinking she had made her choice, she swiped the picture and the next was so beautiful that she became totally indecisive.
Miles away, in a tall skyscraper, Deacon sat in the conference room amongst other executives.
The chief financial officer was analysing the year’s sales reports. Everyone paid maximum attention and listened attentively.
Despite their concentration on the speech being rendered, they couldn’t help but still glances at the man who sat on the VIP seat, Deacon.
Deacon was dressed in a black suit and a white silk scarf was stuffed in his suit’s pocket.
His hair was neatly styled making gorgeous his already handsome face.
His appearance could be defined as, alluring yet, powerful.
The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling. A beeping sound rang out.
“Ding!” The entire crew’s eyes trailed the direction of the sound and all gaze landed on
Deacon.
Deacon stared at his phone which laid on the table. It was a message from Oriana. He had added her up the previous night.
Deacon gestured with his hands, urging the chief financial officer to proceed with the reports.
When their gaze were focused back on the officer, Deacon opened the message and saw the picture sent by Oriana.
Oriana was wearing a green and floral swimsuit. Her long silk–like black hair was wetly draped over her glowing shoulders. But her face still was masked.
Since they met, Deacon had never seen her bare skin. Although they slept in the same room, Oriana made sure to properly cover herself.
Regardless, her beautiful figure was still visible even from the baggy clothes..
Deacon typed a message and sent it to her,
“Flirting with me?”
Oriana who was staring at her phone for his response finally received the message and her face clouded in embarrassment.
“It’s still daytime over here.” Another message from Deacon popped in.
It was night for her and day for him.
Oriana touched her face, it was flushing with heat and didn’t care whether it was day or night,
“Would you believe if I said that it weren’t you that I intended sending it to?” Oriana quickly replied.
Deacon frowned and responded,
“Who did you intend on sending it to?”
Oriana suddenly felt as though she was ripped of an opportunity to defend herself. She hastily took a screenshot of her chat with North and forwarded it to him.
“You can buy them all and try them on. I’ll tell you which I like later.”
Oriana read his reply for three times to be sure of what to reply him.
“Rogue.” She finally sent to him. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled sweetly as he read the message.
He knew her to be smart and calm. And if she became angry, then she knew that he had made her anxious.
“Go clean up.” His message came in, and that was the last she got.
Oriana laid back on the bed. She curled like a boiled prawn. His last message,
“Go clean up” was stuck in her mind as she wondered what he implied.
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