The night was young in the world of Sweet Haven, clients, service girls, and everyone involved. Marie led the way as Denny Vero had invited, but the path seemed paved for them to pass by without people noticing or watching. Yet Trisha pretended she was asleep. They arrived at her room with Marie standing outside Trisha's door. Denny placed Trisha carefully on her bed and reminded her to be careful and not move too much again. Marie, from a distance, was so amused to watch how Mister Vero was so attentive to Trisha. He looked like a dutiful husband to his expecting, pregnant wife. Marie is old enough to have seen such couples, and she had also been there. Although her marriage did not work out and she lost the child to miscarriage, she could still slightly compare Mister Vero to a husband attending carefully to his fragile wife with a baby in her womb. It made her smile. A sweet husband is always good to watch, even as a spectator alone. The door was not closed, so she could still see

Marie left to summon Glenna Davis just like the Manager had ordered her to do on her way out. It was almost two in the morning, and clients were starting to head home. Some are so drunk that the club bouncers need to help them to their cars with their drivers waiting for them upfront the building. Just like the four politicians' kids, Zeth, Matt, Eric, and Jace. They have fallen asleep after a good shagging with the well-experienced beauty in the art of sexual pleasures, Rebecca King.After a while, Glenna knocked on the Manager's office, and Sandra let her in. "Manager Valk!" Glenna greeted with blithe, a clear disregard of who was in front of her. One of Glenna's ugly personalities, she is too confident of herself that she is heedless and indifferent towards others around her. She is even more of an oppressor kind of person to the people she believes are inferior to her. While with Sandra, Glenna feels like the Manager is not far from her, meaning she is not out of Sandra's league,

"What?! Can you say it again? Who?" Glenna's words rambled. Her questions came out one after another. She heard what the manager said, but her brain wouldn't process it. As if by doing so, the name would eventually change. Glenna felt her heart leap. It showed on her face though she was trying to conceal it. The dreadful sting of the possibility that she may have heard the name she feared it to be was starting to overwhelm her.Sandra frowned. She was trying to hide her smile, so she glared at the girl in front of her. "I don't know which of your questions to answer first," Sandra held her glass to have a drink of her vodka. To Glenna, Sandra was also bothered. The situation turned out to offend a VIP, and Sandra is not one to take such mistakes lightly."Did you say, Denny Vero?" Glenna's face turned pale with shock and fear."Yes!" Sandra answered with disdain."The Denny Vero that I know?" Glenna clarified."Is there any other Denny Vero among our clients here?" Sandra scoffed.

While Denny was checking things on his list, Carl was on his way to Sweet Haven to deliver the food just as Mister Vero had ordered. He arrived at the building's front parking area and dialed a number from a calling card with a Lewis Marie (Assistant Manager) name printed above the contact digits. "Good morning, I am here to send a delivery asked by Mister Denny Vero," Carl spoke politely to the person on the other line. The other person was of higher authority than him, as he had seen on the business card. Carl is not ashamed of his profession, but he is used to meeting prominent and respectable people around Denny Vero's circle. He knows how to keep his dignified stand in his own way. And that is to respect himself by not making a fool out of him when he gets the chance to meet them this way. After all, he is just a driver. Today, he is asked to deliver something for his employer. Carl does not have to say anything more than he is told to do so. The other person said she was alrea

Denny was walking his way to the storage room when he felt his phone vibrating. He fished it out of his pocket and checked. He stopped in his tracks when he realized it was a message from Trisha. He almost forgot about her as he was focused on his work, but the moment he saw her name on his message lists, Denny subconsciously smiled. He was excited to check what could be the content of her message. He saw a bench in the hallway, so he quickly crossed the distance to sit down. He placed the wooden file binder in his hand beside his seat, and with both hands, he held his phone to check her text.It was the very first time he had received a message from Trisha. He would always check on her, and she would only answer. She never initiated the move to contact him before.All he saw were pictures, no message of hi or hello or anything. He carefully checked the images. Denny could not help sending a message to respond."Do they taste as they look good?"But Trisha must have been typing at the