The Overbearing Dignitaries Is Incomparable

Chapter 3 Beauty wake up soon?

Chapter 3 Beauty wake up soon?

Until she was slapped heavily on the face, someone called in her ear: "Wake up, wake up!"

Harriet opened her heavy eyelids, and an unfamiliar environment unfolded before her.

Before she could take a closer look, she was suddenly pulled up from the bed.

The maid, dressed in a black and white color-blocked tutu from the Middle Ages in Europe, dragged her into the bathroom one by one.

The huge bathroom is golden and extravagant.

A bathtub large enough to accommodate several people at the same time is filled with water, and fresh rose petals are spread on the water surface, and the aroma of essential oils is also looming in the air.

It is refreshing, and the nerves are also stretched.

The maid began to take off her dirty hospital gown, and Harriet's heart sank immediately, grabbing their hands and staring at them hostilely.

The maid was expressionless: "Young master is still waiting, you only have half an hour to clean up."

Master?

who is it?

Could it be... was the man who strengthened her last night?

Harriet clenched her hands secretly, and before she could find him, he came to the door himself.

The servants didn't care whether she cooperated or resisted, they only had one purpose, to bring her to the young master within the specified time.

Otherwise, they will be punished.

Harriet was stripped naked, revealing his graceful body, and the traces of after love on his body were also revealed to the servant's eyes.

The servant pushed her into the bathtub and helped her bathe herself.

Hands of the same s*x were cruising around her, just like the nightmarish scene last night.

Harriet was shivering with chills, and a sense of disgust swept through all of his senses.

She raised her hand and was about to clasp the neck of the nearest maid, trying to escape.

The maid's eyes were quick and she grabbed her hands first, and warned expressionlessly: "Be honest, or you will be the one who suffers."

If you can't resist, you can only passively accept it.

Harriet's body was unfolded shamefully, and every inch of skin was carefully cleaned.

Wash, exfoliate, apply body lotion, and lightly scent.

Every procedure, the servants are extremely meticulous, without the slightest slack.

Putting on his newly ironed nightgown, Harriet was led out of the bathroom by the servant, all the way out of the bedroom.

Harriet clutched his overly exposed neckline with one hand and looked around warily.

The long corridor and the painted glass windows cast a colorful light through the light.

Walking down the corridor between expensive paintings and expensive antiques, Harriet couldn't help but take a closer look at the terrain.

"Don't look around!" The servant warned her in a low voice, pushing her faster.

When they came to the video room, the servant bowed his head to Medwin, who was the leader: "I have brought the person that the young master asked for."

"Wash it clean?"

The servant said truthfully: "It's cleaned."

Harriet's washed strands of hair fell down smoothly, thick strands covering half of his face.

The remaining half of the face is beyond beautiful.

Those blurred eyes, a look at each other, can easily hook people's souls away, making people addicted.

Medwin wouldn't be so surprised if he hadn't seen the horrible face of her other half.

Now, the young master has indicated that he wants to see him.

Medwin bites the bullet and can only bring people.

Medwin nodded lightly, and in the double-door audio-visual room, he opened a door, "Come in with me."

Harriet stood still, if she read it right, he was the one who caught her that night.

Then came the nightmare of everything.

She glared at Medwin.