The Escort Man's

A TRUTH

"You look less healthy, Aster!" Oscar said after he and Aster arrived at the office. Even though last night Oscar did not invite this woman over and .ereka only play one round. Then why now Aster looks tired and unhealthy.

"I don't know. But my head is so dizzy" complained Aster, holding his head.

"You pregnant?" Oscar's sudden chirp that instantly made Aster sharpen his eyes on Oscar.

"When did you forget to use safety, Osh?" Aster's question is like a crime interrogation team.

"When we do it at the lakeside house," Oscar chuckled and Aster was immediately seen sighing in relief. It was a long time ago and that means what Aster felt was not a sign of pregnancy.

Aster always played safe with Oscar because Aster did not want to get pregnant at the age of no longer young.

Yes, since the first Aster did not want to get pregnant because it will greatly interfere with its performance when running all companies and achieving its business ambitions.

Oscar guides Aster to lie on a bed that is in the workspace Aster and is a little hidden. Now Oscar knows other functions of the bed in addition to being used for lovemaking.

Yes, the bed turned out to serve as Aster's resting place in unexpected situations like this morning.

"I have a meeting today?" Aster asked as Oscar covered Aster's body, which was now lying on the bed.

"Later I'll ask your secretary to reschedule. You need a break, Madame Brennen!" Oscar replied in a slightly lebay tone that immediately made Aster laugh.

"Rest!" Said Oscar once again as he kissed Aster's forehead.

"Can you bring me some warm tea?" Pinta Aster when Oscar is up.

"Of course!" Oscar answered quickly as he walked out of Aster's room and headed straight to the pantry.

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Day is up.

Aster's condition had not improved much and the woman had gone back to sleep, after Oscar fed her with porridge and gave her a headache reliever.

Oscar just landed his ass on the chair, when the door of Aster's room was knocked from outside. Soon Oscar moved again to open the door.

"Good afternoon Mr. Petrichor!" Secretary Aster Brennen.

"Jiang! What was? Madame Brennen is still not well" Oscar told reporters.

"There are people from the bank who want to leave something, Mr. Petrichor!" Secretary Aster pointed to the one man he had come with.

"Madame Brennen is on a break, and I'm his assistant. Can it be represented?" Ask Oscar to make sure.

"Can, Master! Because it's urgent, and I have to tell you today." Said the man in glasses.

"Okay, come in!" Oscar invited the man to enter Aster's office. They immediately sat on the sofa in the workspace, then mince words a little before the man from the bank conveyed his purpose.

"So I just want to give a report about the transfer of some money that a few months ago was done by Madame Brennen as well as return the letters from the lakeside house which at that time was also used as collateral to the bank by Madame Brennen."

Letters from the lakeside house?

What does it mean that it was the house that Oscar and Naomi once occupied before two people who claimed to be from the bank kicked Oscar out at that time?

"Please check first, sir! Maybe there's a file left behind."

Oscar hurriedly examined the letters that had been proffered. And sure enough, the photos and floor plans in the letter clearly show that it was a house that he said was a house rented by Naomi.

It's not a rental house!

It was Naomi's house, which she bought under the name Jesslyn Olsen.

And did Aster steal the papers from Naomi's safe deposit box at the bank?

"That demonic woman who has drained your money and made you poor! Then he's the one who got you fired from your job, and my kidnapping incident yesterday was also Aster's cunning plan!"

Sentence after sentence thrown by Jesslyn the other day suddenly flashed in Oscar's mind.

Could it be that everything Jesslyn said was true?

Oscar checks the report of the transfer of some money made by Aster from an account....

Motherfucker!

That's Oscar's account!

Aster has done all these cunning things and that woman has really made Oscar like a stupid man.

Not like anymore!

Oscar is stupid this time!

"How's Mister?" Ask the guy from the bank to Oscar.

"Everything is right" Oscar replied in a trembling voice as he held back the anger that was now rising in his chest.

"All right then. Excuse me, Mr. Assistant!"

"Good day!" Pamit the man from the bank and move, then out of the Aster workspace. Oscar did not reply, and the man was still holding back his ready-to-explode anger.

Oscar closed his eyes, then took a deep breath before the man finally got off the sofa, then approached Aster who was apparently asleep on his bed.

Oscar stared hatefully at the woman, before Oscar finally went and came out of the room Aster.

"Mr Petrichor, where are you going?" Ask secretary Aster Brennen who only Oscar answered with silence. Oscar said nothing and the man got into the elevator and got off as soon as he could.

Oscar will immediately take Jesslyn away from the Aster residence. Oscar should have done this a long time ago!

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"Good job, Miss Olsen!" Praise the teacher who came today to teach Jesslyn.

"Is there anything else I need to do?" Jesslyn asked with a flat facial expression.

"It's all done. We'll meet again at the next meeting next week." Said the teacher who only made Jesslyn nod.

The teacher immediately tidied up his things, then said goodbye and came out of Jesslyn's room.

Jesslyn glanced at the clock in her room which indicated one o'clock in the afternoon. Usually, Jesslyn's private nurse will go straight into the room with a trolley full of food, after the private teacher Jesslyn left. Then why isn't nurse Jesslyn coming? Did he faint?

Jesslyn is forced to push the call button on the side of her bed because Jesslyn is also reluctant to get out of the room. Not to mention the worms in Jesslyn's stomach that has been protesting violently.

"Ck! Where are the dozen servants in this house?" Jesslyn grumbled loudly, as the door of the room finally opened from the outside.

"How long ago" Jesslyn did not continue her sentence when she saw who came in carrying a food trolley.

Damnit damnit!

That bald old jackfruit again!

"Good day, Miss Jesslyn! Sorry your lunch is late" Johnson said as he pushed the food-filled trolley closer to Jesslyn, who was still sitting on the couch.

"Where's my nurse?" Tanay Jesslyn stuttered a little.

"It just so happens to be on leave, and the waiters are also busy," Johnson smiled smirkily towards Jesslyn.

"Just put the trolley there and I can eat myself!" Jesslyn said that you threw out a fucking Johnson who seemed to be up to something. Jesslyn immediately groped her wand, and held it tightly.

"You sure you don't want me to help you or help you, miss?" Tawar Johnson commented on the smile that looked disgusting to Jesslyn.

"No! I can eat by myself!" Sergey Jesslyn quickly rejected Johnson's offer.

"Alright then, I'll go out and leave the trolley here." Johnson had already turned around and swung his steps towards the room door. Jesslyn almost breathed a sigh of relief, when it turned out that Johnson did not come out of the room and now the man locked the door to Jesslyn's room.

Damnit damnit!

What's this old fucking guy want?

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