The black Rolls-Royce belonging to Ken Alexander Wright stopped a few hundred meters from the Moren residence gate, in accordance with Annabelle's absolute request. In her new clothes consisting of a loose blouse and an expensive casual skirt provided by Ben, Anna stepped down. Her body felt so fragile, as if all her joints had been dislocated from their sockets.
Anna walked stealthily into the side door of the luxurious house. She exhaled a sigh of relief when she found the lobby and the central room still empty.
Thank God, Mother has not returned yet, her mind whispered with full relief.
However, that relief was instantly replaced by an extremely stinging, sharp pain. Every time her curvy thighs rubbed against each other while stepping up the stairs toward her room, the sensitive area
