Corbyn, in his late twenties, has a tall figure and a well-proportioned, lean body. His jet-black hair was well-combed, and a sharp and ruthless aura oozed out of him.


Corbyn was in a white t-shirt and black pants, giving him a homely vibe. The T-shirt had a short sleeve, which revealed his bulging muscles. The long black pants accentuate his long legs.

“Big brother, Corbyn.” Valencia softly called and bowed slightly to him.

“Welcome back.” Corbyn simply replied. His voice was cold and deep, but one could hear the softness in his voice. His eyes were softened upon seeing the cute woman.


“Thank you, big brother,” Valencia replied sweetly, her eyes crinkling.

Aviva covered her lips in glee upon seeing the scene. A mischievous smile lit up on her face. Soon! Her ship will be together. They just look cute and perfect toge…


Aviva suddenly froze upon feeling that familiar, intense gaze on her face. She lowered her head and refused to acknowledge the gaze of his presence. “Mrs. Raven and Mr. Fleet Cirillo wait for me.” Aviva cried out and quickly ran after them.

Valencia smiled at Aviva's fleeing scene. The only person who's capable of stirring Aviva up is one person. Valencia raised her head and bowed slightly. “Warrick.”

“Welcome back, Valencia.” Warrick's lips curled up in a smile, and his gaze soon shifted to the back frame of that silly woman who had just run away, a glint flashing past his eyes.

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“Aviva told me you have something to tell me.” Corbyn suddenly said behind Valencia, who was swinging in the garden.

Valencia, who hadn't expected anyone to be present, jumped in shock. She hadn't heard the footsteps of Corbyn, not at all! And hearing his voice made her petrified. It sent her heart racing.

“Big brother Corbyn, you scared me.” Valencia cried out unhappily while clutching her chest. Her lips were pouted, and her face wrinkled in grievances, tugging at one's heartstrings.

Upon seeing Valencia's reaction, Corbyn chuckled slightly. Even though Iris had taken Maverick's features, the behavior she displayed was like that of Valencia.

To be honest, Valencia in pajamas is adorable. Her long hair was brushed and packed in a messy bun, and her smooth, pale neck was visible, making her look cute and seductive at the same time.

Corbyn had to lower his head and clench his fist to restrain himself. Soon, this woman will become his. Very soon, she will. He still had time.

Upon thinking like this, Corbyn found himself calming down. “You should've paid attention to your surroundings.” He replied in a deep voice and sat next to Valencia.

Valencia nodded and lowered her head in concession. Being in Corbyn's presence always made her feel overwhelmed and a bit scared.

Perhaps it was due to his cold eyes, which seemed to know everything or the ruthless pressure that always emitted from him.

Upon seeing Valencia's reaction, Corbyn lowered his head. She was still petrified of him!

“The quadruplets are sleeping?” Corbyn changed the subject, aiming to start a conversation with the tense Valencia.

Upon hearing Corbyn's words, Valencia's taut nerves relaxed slowly. “No. They're planning on how to coax Mom to bring them to one of Cirillo's amusement parks.” Valencia explained her eyes crinkled in amusement upon recalling the quadruplet.

Her children were just too cute. She couldn't help but remember how serious the children had looked when they were planning.

“They don't need to plan. Mom will bring them to sightsee by just telling Mom.” Corbyn refuted

Valencia shook her head in denial. “No. Mom thinks they should rest today due to jet-lag, but they can't control their excitement and want to explore the whole Lex today.” Valencia explained actively.

Suddenly, she smacked her lips together, and she eyed Corbyn. “Right, why are you here, big brother?” She asked while staring at Corbyn with curiosity.

“Aviva told me you have something to tell me what's it?” Corbyn walked to Valencia's back before he stopped. He helped swing Valencia forward before watching the swing return to him.

Valencia lowered her eyes, understanding that it must be about the VaQuel branch she wanted to start up in Lex.

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Dressed in a black shimmery midnight gown that fell above her knees and flaunted her pale, smooth body and figure, Valencia, whose face was still donned in the makeup she used that afternoon, stepped into the Exquisite Club that late night to meet Mr. Hunt.

Mr. Hunt is one of the top directors at Lex. Mr. Hunt was an old man in his fifties with many achievements in the entertainment industry—one of them was breaking the country's record for the most-grossing movie.

Cirillo had helped Valencia get all of Mr. Hunt's information, and she had reached out to Mr. Hunt immediately.

Luckily, Mr. Hunt's schedule that evening was a bit free, so she quickly scheduled a meeting with him.

It was Mr. Hunt, Lessie planned to make the director of Valencia's script, which was the reason Valencia was out that night as the secretary of VaQuel's CEO, who wanted to invest in the movie. She had changed her name to Valerie for the night.

She wanted to have a conversation and observe things before revealing the truth about her being the real owner of the movie script.

Valencia held her purse and pushed past the men who tried to touch her. The men aren't concerned about how ugly Valencia's makeup makes her look just the sight of Valencia's skin is enough to rile up their emotions.

A few minutes later, Valencia was seated right opposite Mr. Hunt after gaining entry into the private room he booked.

Valencia stretched her hand out, revealing her smooth hand to handshake Mr. Hunt. “Nice meeting you, Mr. Hunt.” She conveyed with a calm smile.

Mr. Hunt eyed Valencia's smooth hand while trying to hide his lust for the image he had just seen.

He nodded and hurriedly took hold of Valencia's outstretched right hand with his two hands. “Nice meeting you, Miss Valéry. You have such a beautiful pair of hands. Your hands are the most beautiful I've ever seen, despite coming across many ladies in the past. How unlucky you aren't a hand model your hands will put many hand models to shame.” Mr. Hunt said with feigned awe, which was used to hide his lust. Just the thought of the smooth, beautiful hands wrapping around him sent him to heaven.
(I'm sorry, guys, for not updating. Update officially starts today. Happy new month!)