Twins Genius: Two CEOs

The voleur!

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Slowly Aphrodite opened her two eyes, revealing the irish of her beautiful eyes. He blinked as his eyes blurred. Once both views were clear, the first thing he saw was the face of Francisco, which was now closed.

Aphrodite rounded her eyes. He was surprised to find the man sleeping next to him. Soon he changed his sleeping position to the supine, and when Aphrodite changed her position. He only realized Francisco was asleep in a position next to his hand hugging his body.

"Huft~" Aphrodite let out a long sigh. "I'm still not used to all this" he murmured slowly, very slowly like a whisper. Aphrodite's focus was severed when she suddenly felt her throat dry.

"I'm thirsty" he murmured slowly.

"I'd better get down and grab a drink."

Aphrodite moved slowly, raising Francisco's hand and placing him on the bed slowly so that the man would not be distracted by his movements.

Aphrodite gently brushed off the blanket that covered her, then got off the bed and walked up to the exit that was now closed.

Aphrodite closed the door slowly. Arriving outside, he immediately stepped down towards the lower floor to fetch some drinking water.

Aphrodite's steps came to a halt as she arrived below. Aphrodite was looking for someone there, but there was not a single person in the room where she was at the moment.

"Where is everyone? Why there is no. Are they working?" Aphrodite glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. The clock now shows at half-eight. He realized that he had just fallen asleep for an hour or two.

"I'd better get myself a drink. Find the kitchen after that grab a drink," he murmured softly. "In a house this big I wouldn't get lost would I?" Aphrodite's memonologist. He then moved away from where he was at this time, stepping to find the location of the kitchen space so that he could take a drink to wet his throat that felt dry.

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"Oh mon dieu, o est tout le monde ici? Pourquoi n'existent-ils fitting?" The young lady stepped up while grumbling. In both of his hands held several large plastic bags containing food ingredients that he bought in the super market.

(Oh mon dieu, o est tout le monde ici? Pourquoi n'existent-ils fitting?/ Oh my goodness, where is everyone? Why don't they all exist?)

"La porte n'est pas gardene, en plus il n'y a persone du tout? Tree bien! Et the un voleur entrait?" Grunts again. He paused for a moment, trying to flex his hand that felt sore due to taking too long to hold it all.

(La porte n'est pas gardene, en plus il n'y a persone du tout? Tree bien! And the un voleur entrait?/ The door is not guarded, plus there is no one? Nice work! What if a thief comes in?)

The woman's ruffled around the waist. The two large plastic bags in her hand were placed on the floor.

His focus in an instant was seized by the figure of a foreign woman he saw coming out of one of the mansion doors there. The woman seemed to be in a daze, and her gestures made her suspicious.

"uh? Qui est cette femme? Pourquoi ses mouvements sont-ils the suspects?" His mind while looking at the woman in front of him. The woman walks to her left and right.

(Huh? Qui est cette femme?Pourquoi ses mouvements sont-ils the suspects?/ Huh? Who is this foreign woman? Why is it suspicious?)

"Est-il to voleur?" Mumbled guessing. In her eyes, the woman was full of suspicion.

(Est-il to voleur?/ Is he a thief?)

The woman turned her eyes to the food she was carrying. He then grabbed something from within that could be used as a means of self-protection. And he got it. He held a long loaf of bread in his hand.

"Je dois arrester l'action!" His word. He slowly approached the woman he saw.

He kept moving closer to the woman. And as soon as he got close to her, he immediately beat her all out by using the bread in his grasp.

"Voleur! The sors de cette maison!" His screech violently horrendous the entire mansion.

(Voleur! The sors de cette maison!/ Maling! Get the fuck out of this house!)

"Akh— aww!" His ringing was in pain as the hard bread smashed into his body several times. He used both of his hands to protect himself, but the woman was getting more and more violently hit him.

"Voleur! The voleur! The voleur! The voleur!" He cried like Tarzan in the woods. The woman screeched trying to call her other friends.

"Akh— aww, aww!" The woman screamed in pain.

The woman ignored her ringis and continued to smash her with bread in her hand.

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Francisco felt an empty bed in his hand. His consciousness had just come out from his dream realm, meanwhile his eyes were still closed. Still reluctant to open up. But as soon as he realized the bed next to him was empty, he immediately opened his eyes spontaneously.

"Aphrodite?" Calling him, he looked for the figure of the woman he had originally slept with.

"Where is he?" Francisco moved out of his bed. Sitting up there trying to find him around there.

His eyes circled around the room, but Aphrodite was really not there.

"Is he in the bathroom?" Mumbled. Francisco got up to the bathroom door.

"Aphrodite?" Call her while pushing the bathroom door. Blank. Aphrodite wasn't in there.

"Where is he? Is he having breakfast in the dining room? I have to check it out" Francisco said. He then left his room. Hurry downstairs to look for Aphrodite who's lost somewhere.

"Aphrodite?!" Call again. His voice loudly echoed throughout the mansion. For a moment of silence, he really did not hear the voice of the answer from anyone there.

"Gosh where is he?" Francisco walked over to the dining room. But once there, he found no one there. The contrary. In that room there was no one. Room's empty.

"Jeez, where exactly is he?!"

Francisco left the kitchen. He was about to search around the mansion, looking for it from one room to another. But the woman who had the status of his wife was really nowhere.

"Gosh, where is he really? Why isn't it anywhere?" Francisco stopped his footsteps. His essence was immediately seized by the voice of a woman who shouted from the outside. I don't know which crazy woman is screaming in her mansion. But it's really disturbing.

"Voleur! The voleur! The voleur!" Pekik hard.

"Voleur?" Francisco recaptured the word he had just heard.

"God don't-don't.." Francisco widened his eyes. He rushed to the voice he heard.

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