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clined, "It's not necessary, sir. Cira is very tired, I can go up alone. I pass through this alley every day, it's a short distance." With that, she opened the door and got out. Through the window, she bid farewell to Morgan with a sweet smile, saying, "Mr. Vega, thank you. Remember to take Cira back home. Good night." Morgan's furrowed brow relaxed a bit, and he nodded in response, "Alright. Good night." Cira remained silent. The driver did not take her home either. As a reliable subordinate of Morgan's, he understood what Morgan meant with just a glance. He drove straight to the Costa Bella residential area, where Morgan lived. The two entered together through the door. Before he could turn on the light, Cira was pressed against the door by the man's chest. She felt his soft lips in the darkness and a hand slid under her skirt. Cira was a little scared and immediately grabbed his hand. She explained, turning her head away, "Wait... I'm on my period today." Morgan showed an expression of hatred and frustration. He said coldly, "Take a taxi and leave." As he finished speaking, he headed to the dining room. Cira turned on the light and saw him taking a bottle of water from the fridge. She raised her chin and drank, showing the attractive Adam's apple of a completely mature man. Morgan was the sole heir of the famous Vega family in the city of Las Costas. He had a perfectly outstanding appearance, but now there