Carrying The Mafia Lord's Heir: The Mafia Lord's Maid

brey, and make sure you're proficient and

ut the stern instructions my boss had given me earlier at

19 last year and arrived in Country X to intern at Heaven. I wa

when I was selecting a bottle of wine from the rack. His fierce, icy brown-black eyes bored into me as his words drilled in the

of Sweet Heaven-a five-star hotel owned by our enigmatic boss-

e glared at me one last time before walking away, lea

hand, I felt like my fate hung by a thread. This one task

ed his arrival. Mr. Austin Hunt-a name that sent shivers through every staff member. He was a renowned business tycoon, one of th

s not like it's your first time," I whisp

ody," my inner voice ta

le. Anxious and on edge, I leaned against the do

aling and exhaling deeply. Summoning every ounce of cou

servic

deep, hoarse voice

mbled, leaving me nearly paralyzed. Tightening my grip on the

at his presence. A subtle yet distinct scent of fresh peony cologne filled the air, l

It was the most luxurious room in the hotel. As I moved to place the wine on the table, my ga

workers' voices teasing me. "You get to serve Mr. Hu

t just b

d at the

hen we discussed his arrival. Rhea, with her vibrant green eyes and confident demeanor, was my opposit

ow that, Rhea?" I h

fect," she'd replied with conf

stic fantasies about him. It'll only

ompletely-unlike you, who'll probably stay a virgin

uttered, focusi

, setting it carefully on the tray. Mr. Brown's icy

t my balance, the tray tilting dangerously. Bracing for the

never

adying me against a warm, bare chest. The sensation o

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