Third Person’s POVVincent just finished taking a bath. While drying his blonde hair, he walked out of his room and saw the maid outside his brother’s office.Agatha was stomping her feet while covering her face. Vincent thought it was a funny sight. He leaned on the doorsill, opened his bathrobe slightly so his chest would be seen, and then he called Agatha. “What happened to you?” Agatha put down her hands and looked at him. Her face was as red as a tomato. Vincent was certain something happened inside the office. ‘Did she succeed in seducing my brother? But she looks embarrassed,’ Vincent thought. Sneering, Vincent inquired, “What were you doing inside my brother’s office?” Vincent, who was only wearing a bathrobe, asked. Agatha stood straight and was in a grimace.She was so happy at the good news that she passed the review test. Agatha hoped that she would stay happy from morning till midnight. But she embarrassed herself to Lanceil, and now she encountered Vincent. ‘W

Third Person’s POV Although Agatha wasn’t sure if Lanceil would come home and eat dinner in the condo, she still took time to go to the market and buy ingredients. This time, she will cook a Smoke Salmon Trasta. Brett told her that it was one of Lanceil’s favorite dishes. ‘He knew a lot about my boss. He could just seduce him instead,’ Agatha thought while walking back to the condo. Nevertheless, Agatha doesn’t want to hope that Lanceil will eat her cooking. It’s been almost a month, but her seducing tactics never worked. Standing in front of the condo, Agatha saw the female neighbor next door. She is the creepy woman who always wears a cap and mask. But this time, she was wearing nothing to conceal her face. Her skin was as white as snow, Agatha thought that this person lacks Vitamin D. When the woman looked back and their gazes met, Agatha greeted, “Hi.” Holding huge luggage, the woman stared at Agatha. “Are we close?” she asked Agatha. Physically, they were sta

By the time Agatha bit her lower lip firmly, Lanceil looked at her lips and then he kissed her. Soft and smooth, that’s how Agatha will describe the lips of her boss. Lanceil inhaled before he nibbled her lower lip.His hand went to the back of her head. As he pulled her closer, Agatha felt the meat at the seam of her lips. It was his tongue, which slid in, brushing her teeth as if it was knocking for an opening. Soon she opened her mouth and let him explore her inside.Slowly, Agatha raised her hands and wrapped them around his neck. As if he got her permission, Lanceil tilted his head to the other side and dived into a full-blown kiss involving a tongue filled with fervent desire and passion.A thin layer of excitement wrapped around her whole body, whenever he moved his tongue in and out of her mouth. The moist sound of his falling lips was audible around the kitchen.Slurp.Slurp.Agatha closed her eyes and took a deep breath the moment Lanceil moved his lips away. “Kiss me hard,

Agatha’s POV Midnight. Wearing only a bathrobe, I looked at my phone and saw nothing. It’s already midnight and I knew I had to go back to Lanceil’s condo. But because I got drenched in the rain, I followed Brett to his hotel and had my clothes washed. While waiting for it to dry, I stayed in an expensive hotel room with a furnished terrace and glass window where I could see the city that never sleeps. I know that Mr. Brett is rich enough to spend $5 million just to buy me as his slave. But now, I am more convinced that he is damn rich. ‘A room like this might be $40,000 per night.’ I didn’t bother much about the price when my father was still alive, and I was living like a princess. I only knew the worth of every penny when I became poor. Ding dong~I looked at the door. Brett told me that the staff would bring my dry clothes back. Therefore, I hurried to the door and opened it. But instead of seeing the staff, I saw Brett instead. “You still don’t have your clothes back?” h

Saturday morning. Agatha was riding a taxi. As she was looking outside the window, she recalled the time she let her worldly desires take her over. She was so embarrassed letting Brett watch her masturbate inside the hotel room. ‘No. That is a lesson for me to learn how to seduce Lanceil.’ Again, she was using her mission as her pretext. But here she was, going somewhere far rather than spending her day off in Lanceil’s house. Lanceil was still busy with work. There are chances for him and Agatha to meet each other in the condo, but it seems they were both making excuses. Just like right now, Agatha was on her way to the orphanage to visit the children. “We arrived, Miss," the taxi driver said, looking back at Agatha. But the lady was too occupied with her own thoughts. And so, the taxi driver called her again, "Miss?" Finally, his voice reached Agatha and she stared back with rounded eyes. "Ahhh," she gasped. "S-Sorry." Agatha grabbed her wallet and paid the taxi driv