HAREM THE RULER

SAME BODY SCENT

Lazarus ran in pursuit, feeling the euphoria of happiness he had long been waiting for. Not wanting to lose again, speeding up his run. "Raw!" pulling the arm of the woman he had managed to chase, hugged her tightly. "Darling. You're finally back, baby... "

Angela's body was stiffly embraced by Lazarus, feeling shocked by his treatment.

"Darling, you know how long I waited for you. Waking up every night dreaming of you, every breath I take for you... You're back now, Angela, baby. Now we're together again, together with our son."

Angela immediately realized from her shock, hearing the words of our son from the mouth of the man who hugged her made her anger appear. "Master, sorry. Looks like you're the wrong person." wriggled off.

"No! It's you baby.The smell of your body, the indentation of your body I know for sure. You are ad-. "the utterance of Lazarus was cut off when his body was once again pushed.

As his body slipped out of Lazarus Angela's arms, he stared intently at Lazarus. "My name is Kristine Sir, I am a servant."

Lazarus looked at the face of the woman in front of him with tears in his eyes, feeling that his vision was not clear he rubbed his eyes. He stared with a look of longing in his eyes, but seeing that it was not Angela, he felt angry and ashamed of his own behavior. "You who? Maid say? What are you doing hanging around here at night?!"

"Say-kun... "

Lazarus did not want to hear his explanation. "That's it!" He then turned around leaving Angela behind him who was looking at him with a look of hatred.

Lazarus goes into the Bathroom, turning the shower to its coldest temperature. Still wearing his clothes, flushing his body. He turned off his desire that suddenly rose when he hugged the woman just now, had long since the lower part of his body was not awakened. "Shit! What'sthis?! Who is that lady's servant?! Why would he be able to raise up all my races?"

"Fuck you Lazarus! Remember Angela and your son!" cursed himself.

Feeling his body returning to normal, he turned off the shower taking off all his wet clothes. Pull the bathrobe wearing it and then come out. Staring at the bed that had changed, he sighed looking for a change of clothes in the closet and then wearing it.

"Albert, come here," called with his cell phone and went out of the bedroom.

Lazarus was sitting with his mind weighing on him, the cold water did not help cool his head at all, still thinking of the woman just now.

Albert walked in. "Master"

"Do you have a list of the names of all the officers in this residence?"

Albert frowned. "There is a Master, do you need it?"

"Bring it here. Have you found Irene's whereabouts?"

"Let her! My mistake was getting drunk outside. I don't even remember ever fucking her, but she's got the DNA test results, real evidence of the kid's whereabouts."

"What about the development of the message my mother left in the place where she died? You've solved it? It's been five years Albert!"

Albert breathed his breath. "As I said before, sir. All clues point to Mr. Vincent and his mother, but their alibi is very accurate. They left no trace either."

Lazarus believes it is their doing, for five years trying to find information and smuggle people, the result is nothing visible whereabouts of Angela, unless Angela herself wishes not to be found by him. Does Angela really hate him to the point that he doesn't want to find her?

"Alright, keep following Samuel. Maybe someday Angela will call him. That's my only hope."

"Tomorrow I have a meeting with the board of directors, have you prepared?"

"It's Master."

"Good, go. Tomorrow don't forget to bring the list of names and identities of the employees to me!"

*

The next day Angela works as usual, with sweat soaking her body. Being in the kitchen has actually been her hobby for a long time, so she works happily.

"Chef, Mr. Lazarus' secretary called from the Company. Today's lunch you want to eat Italian cuisine, fish with arugula, pasta and salads. Don't forget the baguette and the chocolate bar," the head housekeeper gave the order.

Angela's eyes grow bigger to hear it, she'll take this chance. He saw the housekeeper leave the kitchen, quickly approaching the chef. "Sir, I used to work in a bakery. May I try to make a chocolate cake?"

Chef named Thomas looked at him, feeling that just making the cake was not a problem. "Of course, try. I'll taste it before you execute."

"May I also take his lunch to the Company, sir?"

"Of course, but you have to get permission from the head of the office."

"Good." Angela smiled excitedly, immediately making her cake, she would be one step closer to Lazarus but by using her new identity. She doesn't want to be tied to Lazarus as Angela.