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Slept. No longer suspicious of Diego, he chose not to interfere in his father's business; after all, his father was probably feeling lonely after the death of his mother.

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On the other hand, Raymon cursed after seeing Diego's bedroom door closed. Eight years ago, Raymon should have strangled Diego's neck while he was in a coma so that the entire Maxwell fortune could go to Raymon Anderson.

"Damn it! Why did I have to save him?" Raymon came down the stairs that led directly to the living room of the Maxwell family's mansion.

Raymon was the step-cousin of Diego's father, who had died when Diego was five years old. The accident had killed both of Diego's parents, and only Raymon was there to pick Diego up from the hospital.

I don't know what was going through Raymon's mind at the time. He shouldn't have come to visit the Maxwell family, who had always ostracized him just because he wasn't from the Maxwell bloodline. Even his stepfather, Edward Maxwell, didn't care about him. After the birth of Edgar Maxwell, who is the only child as the successor to the Maxwell throne, Raymon was also eliminated; he was only taken as a child, feeling unjust until hatred flowed in his blood. Until it made him hate all of Maxwell's descendants, including the last person in this family, Diego Maxwell.

However, Raymon could not kill Diego during an accident with his parents. Raymon knew that Edgar's throne had descended to his only son Diego, and Raymon's stepfather was also alive at that time. Since then, until this moment, Raymon could not get married because he did not have time to date because he was crazy about Maxwell's treasure.

"Honey." Sarah approached her, who was sitting at one of the dining tables.

"Sarah! Stop calling me that." I said and pushed away Sarah's hand that was touching and rubbing my arm impudently.

"Until when are you going to keep being cold to me like this, Raymon? I've had it with you only being nice when you need my body."

Raymon looked into Sarah's eyes, looking teary, but this was already something Raymon had to do. He didn't want all the things he had planned to be discovered, especially since Raymon's last name was no longer Anderson but Maxwell, automatically he had automatically become Diego's father. And only Ryan, his son with Sarah, still used the name Anderson behind him.

"Didn't I tell you the reason? Then why are you asking again?" Raymon turned his eyes in another direction. He didn't want to be weak just because he saw the woman he loved crying.

Unfortunately, Raymon couldn't do anything about it because he was in love with the maid in this house; this scandal had been going on for a very long time. Raymon always played it neatly, as if nothing had happened between them for the past 30 years.

"Well, forget it." Sarah wiped her tears. There was no point in putting too much hope in Raymon even though she would only be Raymon's mistress.

His feet slowly made their way into the magnificent house. There was no maid's welcome for Diego because Diego himself wanted to be treated casually because he didn't want to be seen as royalty while his father was still above him.

Even though the entire Maxwell fortune was under his wing. Diego's eyes saw the body of the maid who had worked in his house for decades come out of his father's room in a sexy outfit. Diego immediately hid his body behind the wall.

"How could she be there?" I hid my body even more when the maid's footsteps came down the stairs in an outfit that I didn't think was appropriate for a maid. Even though she was the senior maid here.

"What's going on? What do I not know about this house?" Diego looked suspiciously at his father and the maid he had just seen come out. There could be something between his father and the head maid in this house.

He walked up the stairs as if nothing had happened. When he reached the top two steps, his eyes met with those of his father, who had just come out of the same room. Diego's suspicion was correct, and he was sure there was something between his father and the head maid.

Diego, are you home yet, son?"

"Ahhh yes, Dad. I just went to the doctor for a quick check-up, and then I went for a short walk." I only replied with a faint smile, but my eyes caught something strange, like a reddish spot on my father's neck.

"How did your checkup go? Is there any progress?" Raymon pulled up the neck collar of his shirt and smoothed it to cover the marks that that bitch Sarah might have left on his body.

"Nothing. Everything is as usual; nothing has changed at all. Why didn't Daddy go to the office today? Isn't it still early?" Diego pretended to ask this because he wanted to know how Raymon, his father, would react.

"No son. Daddy's not feeling well today, so he came home early." Raymon felt the back of his neck as he was nervous about getting questions from Diego, who was his cousin's son.

"Ah well, Daddy Diego will have to rest too." Diego quickly ended the conversation before it got any more awkward.

Diego's footsteps walked forward to the room at the end, which was the main room where Diego slept. No longer suspicious of Diego, he chose not to interfere in his father's business; after all, his father was probably feeling lonely after the death of his mother.

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On the other hand, Raymon cursed after seeing Diego's bedroom door closed. Eight years ago, Raymon should have strangled Diego's neck while he was in a coma so that the entire Maxwell fortune could go to Raymon Anderson.

"Damn it! Why did I have to save him?" Raymon came down the stairs that led directly to the living room of the Maxwell family's mansion.

Raymon was the step-cousin of Diego's father, who had died when Diego was five years old. The accident had killed both of Diego's parents, and only Raymon was there to pick Diego up from the hospital.

I don't know what was going through Raymon's mind at the time. He shouldn't have come to visit the Maxwell family, who had always ostracized him just because he wasn't from the Maxwell bloodline. Even his stepfather, Edward Maxwell, didn't care about him. After the birth of Edgar Maxwell, who is the only child as the successor to the Maxwell throne, Raymon was also eliminated; he was only

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"I'm going back home. Why are you still at the office?" Marsella was still at the Torserba store, which was in an area quite close to her apartment.

"Still, will you wait for me for a while?"

"Should we eat at the apartment? I'll cook a meal for both of us." Marsella didn't want to make her boyfriend Ryan feel the fatigue of having to eat out while the drive from Ryan's office to her house was quite a chore.

"Isn't that a problem, dear? I'm sorry everything is canceled."

No, honey, no need to apologize; the most important thing is that our time together is still there; I don't care wherever it is as long as it's with you." Marsella doesn't know why she loves Ryan so much. Ryan's attitude was far from Marsella's expectations; Ryan was not romantic. Ryan also came to see her only once or twice a week, but how could their relationship reach this sixth year?

"Well, I'll see you at home, dear." Marsella smiled when she heard a kiss from the other side; just the words alone were enough to make her blush.

"Take care, dear." Marsella disconnects the phone with a smile, which still doesn't leave her lips. She can't wait for Ryan to come to her apartment and do something romantic. It was a good idea to hurry back home and prepare a meal for their dinner tonight. Marsella chooses to stop a taxi instead of walking, no matter how strange the taxi driver is when she asks to stop later.

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Marsella arranges the food on the dining table in her apartment. Her lips were smiling as her eyes twinkled at the assortment of food she had prepared for tonight's meal with her brother.

"I have to shower before Ryan comes."

Marsella's small feet stepped into her room, ran a little into the bathroom, and removed all the clothes that were attached to her body. Standing under the shower, she soaked her hands, gently rubbing the surface of her body with the strawberry-scented liquid soap. Ryan said that he liked the smell of Marsella's body, and of course, ever since Ryan said that, Marsella always takes care of herself and looks clean and presentable when she meets her boyfriend, Ryan.

Suddenly, a hand touched her waist. To Marsella's surprise, she immediately calmed down when a soft voice she recognized made her smile slightly.

"I'm coming, baby..." Ryan whispered in Marsella's ear as his hand slowly made its way to touch the twin objects on Marsella's body. Ryan's hands gently squeezed and twisted Aelora's welcoming little peaks.