Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Mirabella had just finished brushing up and was about to head downstairs when Romeo swept her off her feet and planted a kiss on her. “Morning, love.”
Mirabella had been smothered with his kisses all night. Although nothing else happened, it still messed with her sleep.
“Put me down.”
Romeo held her tighter. “Would you rather I hold you or keep kissing you?”
Seeing she gave no response, Romeo descended the stairs, pinning her against the window for another kiss.
He guessed she must be fine with both since she didn’t say a thing.
Romeo continued to kiss her until a servant accidentally shattered a glass.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” The servant looked mortified, she couldn’t understand why she would break a glass at such a moment.
“It’s okay.” Mirabella shot her a glance and said, “Just be careful not to cut your hands while cleaning up.”
The servant was on the verge of tears, and she didn’t expect Mirabella to be so kind and gentle. It was her first day on the job, and she had messed up, but Mirabella comforted her.
During breakfast, the servant saw Romeo either peeling eggs or feeding Mirabella, even wiping her mouth with a napkin. It was hard to believe.
The butler seemed unfazed by it all, was she the only one surprised?
“Something’s up with MetroCity Realty this morning; their renovation quality is problematic, and stock prices plummeted.”
Romeo fed Mirabella a piece of bread. Mirabella casually replied, “MetroCity Realty has always been good at PR, no matter how big the problem, they can always handle it well. Are you suggesting that we should buy a lot of stock when others are selling?”
Romeo didn’t expect Mirabella to be so sharp, he just made a casual remark, and she figured out his real intention.
His plan was for them to buy together when the stock price was low and sell together when the price was high, making a quick buck.
“Okay, we’ll buy some later.” Mirabella didn’t expect Romeo to share such an opportunity.
“Oh, and let’s sell our DreamTech Innovations stock together.”
“How did you know I own DreamTech Innovations stocks?” Mirabella was surprised.
DreamTech Innovations was a very well-known bedding company.
“There will be negative news about them this afternoon, so the stock price will plummet.” Romeo continued to feed her, looking at her gently.
The servant was moved by their sweet interactions, completely engrossed in the warm scene.
Meanwhile.
When Molly woke up, she found herself in a strange bed, with the events of last night replaying in her mind.
She remembered the welcome party last night, someone accidentally stained her dress when the fireworks were blooming. She wanted to go to the restroom to freshen up, but not long after she got there, she felt weak. Then someone barged in and took her to a guest room, where President Jay said some unspeakable things and tried to rip off her dress.
She had no memory of what happened next. Was she in President Jay’s house now? Was she brought here last night?
A surge of anger welled up in her heart. Hearing footsteps approaching from outside, she didn’t have time to think, quickly grabbed a glass from the bedside table, and made for the door.
The door swung open, and Molly threw the glass in fury.
The next moment, Hans had her wrist in a tight grip, his eyes filled with confusion. What happened to her?
Her reaction after waking up was so unusual, could it be side effects from the drug wearing off last night?
Luckily, Blake was downstairs, so he could take a look.
“Hans, it’s you!” Molly dropped the glass in shock.
Hans managed to catch the glass that was about to fall in the nick of time.
“Sorry, I thought you were President Jay.” Molly seemed a bit puzzled, totally clueless about what just happened.
“Did you think I was President Jay?” Hans guessed her thoughts and said in a calm tone, “From now on, you guys won’t meet again.”
“Huh?” Molly caught on after a while and then ventured, “Hans, were you the one who saved me last night?”
Hans: Did she lose her memory?
“Your neck?” Molly noticed a bunch of hickeys on his neck.
Hans looked a bit downcast, “You forgot?”
“What should I remember?” Molly was a bit confused. She remembered that she had been drugged last night and that Hans had saved her from President Jay. She must have done some crazy stuff!
So, were the hickeys on Hans’ neck her doing?
This thought completely blew her mind.
Hans realized that she indeed forgot, which made him feel even more despondent.
During that one hour last night, he had been by her side, being tortured to the point of taking several cold showers, even his routine was messed up.
And she woke up, remembering nothing.
“Hans, I didn’t do anything to you last night, did I?” Molly asked cautiously, on the verge of tears, “I can’t remember.”
“The doctor’s here and we’ll have him take a look later.” Hans handed her a change of clothes without answering her question directly.
Molly was still wearing last night’s dress. After tidying herself up, she heard Blake laughing over there.
“Hahaha, so she doesn’t remember what she did last night?”
Hans gave him a cold stare.
“Hahaha, you got taken advantage of by a girl, kissed, touched, and slept with, and she doesn’t even admit it, hahaha.”
Hans threw a pillow at him, and Blake finally stopped laughing.
Last night, Molly insisted on pulling him into bed, hugging him tight like an octopus while sleeping, although nothing actually happened in the end.
Molly didn’t even know how she made it downstairs. So, not only did she take advantage of Hans last night, she also brought him to bed.
This was so terrible!
Thinking about the hickeys on Hans’ neck, she almost felt like dying.
“No worries.” After checking Molly, Blake laughed, “I just want to know when you two will send me your wedding invitations?”
Molly’s face turned beet red in an instant. Hans curtly said to him, “Out.”
“Oh, now you’re asking me to leave.” Blake complained while packing up, “Who was it that called me this morning asking me to pick up breakfast on my way? And after buying it, you wouldn’t even let me eat it, saying just kept it warming in the kitchen.”
Hans: ?
“Alright, alright, I’m leaving; I won’t bother you two anymore.” Before leaving, Blake gave Molly a light pat on the shoulder and said, “I’m not blaming you, but we should be responsible for our actions.”
Hans’s face turned even darker. “Get your hand off her.”
“Okay okay” Blake felt that if he didn’t leave now, he might get a beating, so he quickly left with his stuff.
A few days later,
Mirabella got a message from her subordinate.
[Boss, we’ve hit the jackpot! Someone wants you to paint a picture for them. There is no price limit, but it has to symbolize longevity and health. This is a major opportunity, boss. Let’s ask for 20 million dollars straight up!]
Mirabella didn’t expect her subordinate to be even craftier than her. [When do they want it?]
[Tomorrow.]
[Alright.] Mirabella happened to want to practice painting recently, and since work was coming her way,
[Just 10 million dollars.]
[10 million dollars? Boss, are you not short on cash recently? With your skills, 20 million dollars is no problem. Or, you can ask for 20 million and give me the extra 10 million.]
Mirabella suddenly grew serious: [We should have a conscience in life.]
The boss was talking about conscience? Did she even have one?
After that, Mirabella had him send the painting paper to Romeo’s villa. She only used one type of paper for painting, one not found on the market.
“Boss. Instead of going to school, you’re loafing around. You’ve gone downhill.” Jack didn’t expect the boss’s relationship with Romeo to progress to living together. Suddenly, he felt like his boss was drifting away from him.
Half an hour later.
Mirabella got the painting paper and was about to enter the villa when Jack hesitated. Finally, he couldn’t help but say, “Boss.”
“Hmm? Anything else?”
“I saw a quote online. It says men like to conquer and like challenges. The more unattainable, the more they are into it.”
Mirabella understood his meaning: “You’re teaching me now?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Jack didn’t expect the boss’s aura to still be so strong, and he was suddenly scared.
He was just worried that the boss would be deceived.
Sigh, it’s so hard to be a subordinate these days.
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