ng, "Big Young Master likes mocha coffee, Second Young Master prefers Black Ivory Coffe

Why are there so many members?" F

cy had just explained because she hardly ever dr

ffee counter, opened a cupboard, and found an assortment of coffee. After contemplating for a moment, Flora selected the most expensive jar of Black Ivory Co

lora cursed herself for not having poison on hand. She wished she could pu

as scared of him, always scared, scared of him hitting her, and even more scared of his ruthless possession. Her

ight sigh of relief and walked in, preparing to leave the coffee on the table and slip away. Sud

wards the door. Just as she took a couple of steps, a strong arm like a s

ed to speak calmly, "The coffee has been

?" Maxwell held her waist firmly, turned, and sat o

tion, her heart racing, fearing that he might

gly, "What are you afraid of? I just want to tell yo

m? Was he his twin brother? It had to be, as they looked the same! But in this house, apa

y from her astonishment, only to see Maxwell swe

, "Go and make an

had said that as she

the bed, started ringing at that moment,

floor-to-ceiling window to answer the call. Flora stood behind him, carefully observing for the first time the life

nd quickly escape from the bedroom. Returning to the coffee counter, she replayed the scene in her mind. M

the instructions given by Nancy. The maids in this house

g Flora to jump in surprise. She swiftly turned around to see a pr

nnoyance, "Robin! You naughty kid, don't you

a dumpling, but this time, Robin was wearing a cute cartoon outfit, revealing his true appearance. It made her

ickly returned to a mischievous expression. He looked at Flora with a gri

t he didn't have to run to that

she could hate him, but she just couldn't. She suddenly looked at him and asked, "Ca

her with confusion and rep

n that perverted, disgusting, and wicked... man!" She didn't dare say "jerk" in front of him, even though he