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"Anybody here?" Sheryl Shen cautiously opened the door and peered inside the room. Even in the dark, she could tell that, in her simple, shabby clothing, she was out of place in such a luxurious suite.
Her bright eyes fluttering uncertainly, she closed the door and sealed her fate.
In front of the French windows, a tall, dark figure stood motionless, blending into the dark seamlessly like a shadow.
The sound of the newcomer interrupted his silence, he turned his handsome profile slightly to turn his cold, glittering eyes toward the woman who had just entered. He was holding a hairpin in his hand and gently twirling it with his long, nimble fingers.
Damon Tuoba was the only heir to the Tuoba family. He was an elusive person. The media rarely revealed his private information, and the only photo that the public had ever scene was an old one from the military that was posted in a weekly magazine.
It was said that the mysterious young man's bravery was unmatched, and all sorts of rumors about him were mainstays in online forums and tabloids.
Such a man was like the sun in the sky, so bright that it hurt the eyes and just as unreachable.
Hidden in the cloak of darkness, he didn't say anything.
"No one is here?" Sheryl felt a little relieved by the lack of answer, but she kept biting her lip worriedly.
Once she had signed the agreement, there was no way out for her.
Sheryl frowned and summoned up the courage to ask once more, "Is there really no one here? I'm here to..."
Damon dropped the hairpin and finally turned, throwing a frigid glare toward the intruder and sauntering toward the woman.
"Get out!" he ordered.
Sheryl jumped in surprise at the snarl, and unease filled her.
This deal had turned her into nothing but a tool for giving birth.
She had been ordered to stay in the room for three consecutive days, and she couldn't break any of her employer's requirements.
Then, she would have to stay at the villa until she finally gave birth to a baby.
She hated the arrangement, but she had no choice.
She had meant to wait quietly for the night to pass. Even if nothing had happened, no one would find out, right?
Gradually, a strange sound drifted to her ears.
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