HAREM THE RULER

OLD FUCKER

Irene was agitated, all her credit cards were frozen Lazarus. He bit his nails thinking hard, finally he decided to call. "Hello." he said to the person he called.

Irene was upset that there was no answer, "Vincent! Answer me! I've been following all of your words for the past five years! You promised me you'd marry me if I'd always been next to Lazarus spying on him! Prove now!" Irene walked back and forth in her hotel room.

"Haha.... "

Irene heard his laughter, as she was about to speak again Vincent silenced her.

"You obey my words? You you? The irene? Haha..just be right! You even tried to get on her bed to seduce her! Don't I know what's in your brain? You want to be the Madam there! Even I told you to incite Lazarus to hate his Son! But what I hear is you even want to bring the two of them closer together!"

Irene was getting more agitated, indeed her mistake was too greedy. Vincent only asks him to stick to Lazarus, digging up information that is completely confidential. She just wants to be Harem's mistress with whoever she marries doesn't matter. But he now knows all his greed is wretched himself.

"Vincent for five years I've been trying to instigate Lazarus, you know Lazarus never loved that boy! It's just that now I bring them closer and seduce Lazarus because I can't wait. Five years! I even leaked Lazarus's important clients and you can take them. Last time I even gave you information Lazarus was collecting your data and your secret funds. It's just that I told you, I can't steal that document and you agreed!"

There was no answer from the phone, Irene was out of her mind.

"You wait for my decision again! Just shut up don't do anything!"

Irene immediately said back, "Wait! I need money, Lazarus blocked all my cards."

"All right wait! I'll send. Don't behave suspiciously!"

The phone connection was cut off, Irene was still staring at her phone screen. "Luckily, I can still live. Fuck you Lazarus! I took care of your son for five years and here's the payoff!" Snarled.

*

That morning Lazarus woke up first, he did not get out of bed. Looking at the face of Angela who was sleeping beside him, feeling very happy.

Her fingers play Angela's straightened hair, her hair used to be natural curls. Unfortunately, he loved his natural hair. Lazarus raised his face, pecking at Angela's forehead. Feeling not enough of her lips dropped to Angela's lips, lightly kissed. His junior soared awake, not good to make him want more. He kissed Angela's neck, played her collarbone.

Angela felt that a concrete stone was piercing her as well as the sound of noisy kisses in her ears. He immediately opened his eyes, surprised to see brownish blonde hair covering his gaze. A head?

Angela finally realized, last night she slept with Lazarus. "What is it, sir?" He tried to move his body to escape but both arms were held back.

Lazarus raised his face, "Don't move much, you just sleep my body is aroused. I'm holding him back, unless you want to satisfy me, I'm not going to forbid you from moving on" he said, swiping down Angela's tightened lower body.

"But if you reject me now I will not protest" Lazarus continued with his face pretending to be disappointed.

Angela sighed, knowing that Lazarus was having a show. Even now he wanted to laugh with a slightly obvious Lazarus charade, but eventually he served Lazarus' will.

Well, Lazarus, you're pretending you don't recognize me. I see what you want!

Once again the two of them put together a body that had been separated for five years.

When Lazarus got off the bed in his robe, he turned to look at Angela who was staring at him with her whole body wrapped in a blanket. Lazarus felt funny, he had seen the whole naked body, why did he cover everything so that he did not see the slightest limb?

"If there's no work, I really don't want to leave you. You know Kristine? You've made me opiate you." Lazarus said as he turned around and left Angela's room.

Angela stared at Lazarus' departure with her uncertain feelings. He did not want to think much, immediately got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

After she finished, Angela gave it a little and immediately went to Sean's room. He had promised to take her out today but he forgot to ask Lazarus for permission. "Ahh. I forgot my permission. Never mind later, "walking to Sean's room.

When Angela walks in, she sees Sean just woke up. The waiter who was serving him the bath was already there. The waiter named Cleo was always frightened when she saw him, but he never did anything to her.

Angela walked over with her sweet smile, approaching Sean who was still on his bed. "Young master ready to play outside with me? But why haven't you had a shower today? Sir, would you like me to help?" Angela bargained for nothing because it was not her job.

"Don't! Let me just!" Cleo who was usually in charge of bathing and helping Sean get dressed quickly rejected him.

Angela was a little surprised by her rejection, impressed to hide something. His curiosity was immediately provoked, he pretended to be ordinary. "Cleo, only today will I help Young Master. I know it's your job, but let me do it today, yeah" he said.

"No!" Cleo still refused to tremble slightly in fear.

Angela looked at Sean, the boy was immediately nervous as well. His heart immediately felt that something was wrong, he immediately pulled Cleo's arm out of Sean's room. "Wait outside, I said I'll help Young Master today!" Pushing Cleo's tub out of the room, locking the door.

"Open!!!"

Cleo's voice outside asked to open the door, Angela did not heed it, she walked towards Sean who was scared.

"Darling.don't be afraid. Look at me, don't you like me?" Step by step approached Sean.

Sean looked at her doubtfully but did not dodge.

Angela is relieved, she is getting closer to Sean. "Good, Young Master good boy," while sitting on his bed.

Angela stroked her handsome face, really jealous Lazarus was small but already charismatic. "Aunt will ask, why is Young Master scared?"

Sean still did not want to answer, he shook his little head.

Angela didn't want to give up, she tried again. "Am I not supposed to know?"

Sean nodded, but then shook his head in doubt.

Angela could have guessed a little, 'cause she had Samantha. Not every child sometimes forms an almost identical attitude. He tried to go back, "Did anyone hurt Young Master?"

As Sean's eyes twinkled, "Why does Aunt Kristine know?" Sean Blinks innocently.

Instantly Angela growled, how dare anyone hurt a child, but who would dare to hurt a Young Master!

Angela tried to be patient, she forced her smile. "Can you tell me where Young Master is being hurt? I promise it'll be both of us's secrets?"

Sean stared doubtfully, but he finally spoke in a soft voice. "Here, then here but it's because of Sean being naughty. Mommy said the bad boy should be hit." Said Sean as he was, he pointed one by one his body that had been sick from being hit.

Angela clutched the sheets, feeling the pain all over her body. "Is it still sick?" He forced his voice to ask, but he wanted to scream in anger.

"No, but when Sean played here a lot of pain." He pointed to his left stomach.

"How did Master Mommy hit him?"

"Mommy kicked it, said Mommy Sean's useless son and Mommy's mouth stinks of adult drinks."

"Where's Daddy? Why not stop Mommy?"

Sean quietly did not answer but finally he opened his mouth again. "Said Mommy, Daddy never loved Sean. Daddy told Mommy in front of Sean that Sean was just a kid Daddy didn't want." His face was immediately sad, he lowered his head to play his little fingers.

Angela felt increasingly furious, she just wanted to meet her Son and try to do anything to be together. But those two people with their jerks treated their son like this!