Chapter 123 Im Not Interested In A Stud (1/2)

Zac parked the car at the intersection and waited for the traffic light.

Zac touched her head and said, ”don't mind what happened to Valery's family.”

Essie shrugged and said, ”I'm just curious. How on earth did she die?”

”I heard that she was murdered by an addict and I was still in America at that time, so I am not clear about it.” Zac said with understatement. He started the car.

An addict? Thinking of this, she snorted in her mind. She guessed that somebody might have hired a murderer to kill the woman. The mistress was spoiled, and she had a son. Naturally, she would threaten the status of Elizabeth and her son, so Elizabeth had to take a risk and got rid of her as soon as possible.

Someone was completely capable of doing such a thing.

The car turned at a corner in front. It wasn't the way to the mansion. Essie was a little surprised and asked, ”where are we going?”

”My house.” The corners of his mouth lifted. ”Let's enjoy our lovers' world.”

Essie's thick eyelashes fluttered, showing a hint of ridicule. ”So you're still having a small nest. Tell me the truth that how many women have you brought home.”

”You are the second one.” Zac said with a cunning smile.

”Who is the first? Leila? ” She raised her eyebrows slightly.

He shrugged his shoulders and agreed.

Essie curled her mouth. She had guessed that the woman must be Leila. After all, Leila had taken the first place, while Essie had taken the second place. No, no, maybe not the second one. Men of rich and powerful families like him had all kinds of women came here together, so perhaps she might not be able to get the second one.

How unfair! He was her first man but she was not his first woman.

When men had some sort of sexual desire, didn't they think about that if they were self-centered before they asked for women?

The villa of Zac was quiet, elegant and spotless.

There was a butler Ann and a servant Zeya.

For a young master like him who never did the housework, it was impossible for him to do the housework himself.

”This is my wife and she will be the hostess here.” Zac said to Mrs. Ann and Zeya.

”Good morning, madam.” They answered respectfully.

Essie greeted them and then went upstairs together with Zac. She poor lamb couldn't have any sense of security in tiger's territory.

”Where is my room? I need to go to bed now. I need to record the show tomorrow.”

Fortunately, the shooting of Beauty on Overpass was made in Dragon City in these two sections, so that she didn't need to fly over and over again. She yawned deliberately, pretending to be very sleepy, in case someone else would come to harass her.

A cunning light flashed in his eyes. How could he not know what she was thinking about? Without saying a word, he picked her up and opened the door of the first room on his left hand.

”You don't have to ask. Of course my room is your room.”