THE Twins (Trapped in the Love of Twins)

THE Twins (Trapped in the Love of Twins)
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Not like most rich people who own a large-scale octopus company. Marvell's family turned out to be more wealth comes from the field of art.


His mother was an International curator who traveled the world and struggled with many pieces of art either modern or of historical value.


While his father was an archaeologist who slowly began to have Business network in the support of similar fields as his wife. From art supply companies, art schools, jewelry, design architecture and many other businesses that contain artistic value. The one that was close to me was a fine dining restaurant.


Yup.... He has fine dining restaurants spread all over the world. In the area of strategies And very profitable.


"Does that really make them rich?" my question is to make sure the custodian of the library who likes to gossip with me.


"of course.. Just imagine, An acrylic paint that costs no more than 100 thousand rupiahs And Polished On the canvas by painters the price can skyrocket to tens of millions"


"Isn't it because the painter is already so famous?"


The centurion guard, Lisa, nodded and did not deny "But they did a contract whose value would be about 20% of the value of the profits to be obtained from the painting"


"Is that not some kind of injustice"


Lisa shook her head several times "the painters always agreed and continued to extend her contract, even though they knew how much profit she had"


"Ah.... No wonder anyway" after meeting the mother Marvell brothers. "anyone will be pierced by him"


"not to mention jewelry, whose price always goes up - fold. More than her artistic value but also when the jewelry was successfully worn by world celebrities or present in a popular movie" Lisa clucked "the couple was a perfect fit and the panda created an expensive trend"


I nodded - nodding my head not because I understood only the more curious did they also like movies?


Seeing their three sons who were quite insolent manipulating my life at this moment.


"Ah yes... Said you were going to be our Mistress of the three young masters" Lisa widened a curious smile.


"Really... You see, I'm collecting books about pregnancy.


Actually Lisa's not too young, but she's still faithfully working for this family.


" What about you are you married? "


Lisa snorted with my disrespectful question.


"Look at me fat, who wants to be with me" He began to look sad and a little desperate.


"If you're always locked up here, of course, no one's interested in you. You just look at the books and wipe them from getting dusty"


Lisa's smile was like spring. "At certain times the gospel is very crowded, about twice a year, towards the end of the year or the middle of the year. Guests of art admirers will gather at this center, I used to think This is where I changed my fate who knows I can hook one of them "


Aahs... Is that that so great this family?


" How much more are you going to pile up books about your pregnancy "


The cold face of marvell suddenly appeared to surprise us. Lisa, who was helping me pick a book, almost fell off her ladder in shock. Fortunately I caught it right. Our faces stared at each other for a moment. Wishing the only man among us had not heard much about the topic in our discussion.


"You should say hello first" I complained, Now helping the light Lisa to stand up.


Lisa just looked down not daring to stare...


"Malcom?" my guess.


"Wow... This time you're right" Malcom smiled happily.


His steps immediately wide approached me and landed a kiss on the forehead without excuse.


Surprised? Sure do...


"Status we're still dating... We haven't broken up"


"But I find it very strange because of the fact that I'm dating three people at once, and worse you're home and similar..." I looked at myself with a cringe that brushed for a moment.


"I helped bring these books" Malcom immediately lifted the pile of books I collected.


"Tu... Wait..."Prevent me with the fingers holding his arm" This book is too much, and.. "I turned towards Lisa for a moment with a flat smile." I need a friend to at least help me with the synopsis? "


Malcom and I stared for a moment. A pair of Malcom's eyes narrowed towards me and then towards Lisa who was still lowered.


"Lisa turns out to read a lot of books here, if I read it myself I won't have much time to differentiate you guys... I forgot that nine months is long enough" I really hope my appeal can drop any doubts that Malcom has.


"Commons... Not difficult... There are some things that women need to discuss with fellow women"


"There will be a miss. Dolores helped you"


I shook my head "The old man will only give you old-fashioned and boring advice.. You don't want to see me hanging my neck, do you?"


This time Lisa began to dare to raise her face and point at me with a surprised Mimik. Malcom just snorted and finally gave up...


"alright... But miss. Dolores will make sure that you're going to the library, not anywhere"


I nodded quickly and pulled Marvell's arm back to where the books were I had piled up earlier.


"But I want to come with me now, Mom and Dad... Wanna meet you. We'll talk about the restaurant we bought for you"


I threw my gaze at Lisa who was still frozen and patted her on the shoulder for a moment "Thank you" I whispered for a moment.


"Are you guys starting to mind fulfilling it" I pulled Malcom's arm away from Lisa and led her out of that row of tall bookshelves.


"Not so, you don't have to worry. If we decide they won't be able to stop" Malcom smiled with a slightly showy aura.


Ah.. This expression is true I know very well. I used to see him on Mondays when my restaurant was very crowded with workers talking about serious things.


It is fitting that my girlfriend figure marvel is always there for me, among the profession is quite dense. Because they are three people not one.


"OK..." I answered lightly, however, there is nothing wrong with arguing once again the father of the twins. From the moment I remained poor.


Who knows the Iuren of fortune is on me.