Forced to Serve Daddy's Desire

Miss Krystal, Princess Grand Mistress Carlotte.

That afternoon, unbeknownst to Queena, Vard met Ronald Oliver. The man's clan was Arsenio, Ronald Arsenio. But to become the heir to Oliver's family, Krystal's cousin even changed his surname.

By wearing a classy suit, step firmly with a hardened face as well as a firm look. Vard walked into the meeting room deliberately wanting to display a domineering first impression and be superior.

Sabrina's eyes even gleamed could feel the charming aura of the man who had just entered it. His lips smiled sweetly, his eyes could not be separated from the gallant body of Vard Ramberd.

"Mr Vard, hello?" Ronald stood tidying up his suit, then stretched out a hand.

"Hm," Vard did not receive the helping hand of Krystal's old man's killer, he just muttered and nodded then sat down.

Sabrina, increasingly interested, he unbuttoned his top shirt showing his cleavage. He advanced his rather low body forward showing off his cleavage pressing to the periphery of the table. "Hello, Mr. Vard. My name is Sabrina."

Vard glanced at the shameless woman in front of him, only a split second and then turned his face away with a ji jik expression. "Taylor, why are there flies? Didn't you say the company is clean and famous for its decency?"

As soon as Sabrina's face turned red, she knew the haughty man in front of her was on her. Goddamn bum! He spied me a fly! Just wait until I can snare it!

Ronald saw the face of his prospective relationship was not pleasant to see, quickly he apologized, "Sorry, Mr. Vard. Next time I'll spray an insect repellent, before you come," she glared angrily at her daughter, Sabrina.

Sabrina confirmed her sitting, she also buttoned back her shirt. Now he sat up straight and elegantly.

"Let's get started" Ronald said.

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Two days passed, now wherever Justin went there will always be 2 body guards accompanying him to make him unable to move freely. Even his iPad has been confiscated by Mommy, now the brave boy feels very sorry to have returned the latest iPad from his Daddy.

Justin still bends his face pouting when Vard picks him up for school, as Justin now lives with him in a makeshift apartment. Krystal says if Sabrina's family follows, Justin will be temporarily safe. But he had also put some body guards in Krystal's residence, fortunately the woman did not refuse.

"Why Master comes to pick me up so much, sucks. Already annoyed with those guards, now I have to see your face often," grumbled Justin after being in the car sitting next to his Daddy.

"Daddy, call Daddy not Mister."

"No way!" reject the 7-year-old boy.

"Well, then the iPad gift that Daddy bought you will Daddy love Taylor. Daddy heard that your iPad has been confiscated by your Mommy, so you won't be able to surf the internet with fun anymore," Vard lulled his lips holding back the tickle.

Finally Vard's lips smiled, "My son is so sweet, Taylor gave me a paper bag in the seat next to you."

Taylor who was driving along smiled, her hand reaching for the paper bag in the seat next to her giving it to the back.

"Here, all for you. There are the latest headsets, earphones and everything you need for your computer and iPad. Use it well, and remember don't tell your Mommy or she'll take it back." Vard then reached out to touch his son's head stroking slowly. His smile widened when there was no resistance from Justin.

Inside Justin's Apartment helps Taylor secure Krystal's data safely, Uncle Darish has also prepared everything. Krystal will come alone to her original home tomorrow, will reclaim Oliver's surname.

The next day Krystal came up with a lawyer who had no doubt of her abilities.

Ting Tong's.

Before long the door of Oliver's mansion was opened.

Chequek.

An old man opened the door, his hair was already gray white with min glasses perched above his nose.

"Who are you looking for, miss?"

Darish's uncle says the old man in Oliver's family home has been the butler since his mother was a child, called Grandpa Elan.

"Grandfather Elan, you don't know me?"

Grandpa Elan confirmed his glasses, looking at the woman in front of him. Suddenly his eyes widened, "Mrs Carlotte! Yes, God."

Krystal shook her head, "It's my grandfather, I'm my mother's daughter. Me, Krystal Oliver."

Grandpa Elan was holding onto the doorknob, he was completely in shock. "Little N-Miss, is that really you. Miss Krystal?" asked the old man, looking in disbelief.

"Who?" the voice of a middle-aged woman from inside the house towards the door.

Grandpa Elan turned to look at the mistress in the house, "Mrs Ronald, little Miss has returned. Miss Krystal, daughter of the great Lady Carlotte."

Marline Ronald's wife's face was flabbergasted, her mouth gaping wide even round eyes as if the woman who claimed the position of the Madam in the Oliver family was seeing a ghost.