The Einstein Quadruplets For The Merciless Billionaire

“You’re not going to work today?” Brisia hurriedly tied her hair and jogged. Sweat appeared on her forehead. Brisia's younger sister, who was lying on the sofa watching television, shook her head. “No. I’m not feeling well,” Jace said. Brisia nodded. “I’ll go now then. Take care. I will come back soon!” “Hm.” Slam! The door closed. The younger sister immediately got up and got ready. She took her cell phone and called someone. “She’s heading that way! As planned! We split the money in two!” she said with a grin on her face. Jace’s face, which had originally looked languid, instantly changed. Jace gripped her cell phone tightly. “Haha, whose fault is it that you are a useless sister to me? This time, you have to be useful to me!” *** Brisia felt dizzy, which was quite unbearable. Even her walk became shaky. There was a sensation she couldn’t explain—feelings of heat and restlessness. Her heart continued to beat rapidly. ‘What happened? Why is my body suddenly like this?’ Even though she hadn’t consumed anything other than the orange juice her manager gave her. She didn’t know why he had suddenly become friendly to her. “Brisia! Hurry! Our special guest has been waiting a long time! Don’t stand there like a fool!” Brisia nodded at the manager, who had scolded her. She carried a silver bucket with a bottle of the best wine they had, surrounded by ice. Brisia quickly stepped into the room where their special guest was! The manager had told her that this customer was very, very special. If she was late and annoyed him, she was in danger of being fired. Brisia couldn’t let that happen. She still needed this job to support herself while she was here. Brisia, currently studying in her final semester at the best university in town, used her clever brain to get there. “Hahh...” Brisia’s breath was pounding very quickly. She caught her breath, then pressed the doorknob and entered. The room was dimly lit, but Brisia could still see it clearly. Her brow furrowed slightly when she saw the bed in the room. Was it special for this guest? Because usually there were no beds here. The aroma of fragrant perfume greeted her. From the smell alone, Brisia could tell that the man in the room was from a high caste, a noble person, or a billionaire. Brisia walked in. She could see the silhouette of a man. Her brow furrowed again when she saw that the man was wearing a black mask that covered half of his face, with only his lips visible. “Sir,” said Brisia, bending her body slightly and providing her best service. The manager said her job was just to deliver the drink, pour it into a glass, and leave. She carried out this task carefully. The man didn’t say anything, just stared in silence, paying close attention to her appearance. His gaze was sharp and judgmental. Brisia finished her task. She excused herself, but her hand, holding the doorknob, found the door locked from the outside. She pressed the doorknob several times, but it remained locked. Her heart beat very fast. Her head, already dizzy, spun even more. Brisia tilted her head back, intending to explain the situation to the man, but suddenly her hand was quickly pulled. Brisia wasn’t given the opportunity to speak, but could only scream in shock. Not only that, but the subsequent events made her unable to think clearly. “Let me go. Ughh~ what are you doing?!” Brisia tried to push the burly body off her, but her efforts were in vain. The man's hands began to explore her body inappropriately, giving her unwanted touches. Brisia fought back, but she lost badly. The man kept touching her. Brisia’s tears flowed when the man penetrated her core, which had never been touched by any man. The man groaned with pleasure, then moved his hips repeatedly. "Shhh... you are here to serve me," he whispered softly, his voice husky and undeniably sexy. Brisia blinked. She immediately woke up, wincing at the pain in the center of her groin. Her eyes scrunched up in pain. It took a while for Brisia to realize what had happened to her. She lowered her head, feeling her world shatter. Her hands clenched into fists, squeezing the crumpled white blanket. The messy bed showed how chaotic and wild things had become for her last night. Brisia still clearly remembered what happened. That made anger clearly visible on her face. Her sad expression turned into passionate anger. Even Brisia couldn’t cry. No tears were coming out of her eyes. There was only fury inside her. Brisia looked at the money on the bed. Her gaze grew colder. She got up from the bed, still naked, and took the money roughly. Brisia threw it in the trash and burned it until there was nothing left at all. To be continued...