Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 9
After going through a long and tiring journey, they finally arrived at the courtyard of a Mansion. Marissa rounded her eyes looking at the majestic and luxurious building before her.
"Are you not at the wrong address, Mr Joe? It's impossible for Daddy to live in such a luxurious place! Unless he's one of the gardeners here," said Marissa, laughing at the idea that Daddy was a gardener at the Mansion.
Joe did not answer Marissa's question, he just shook his head as he stepped into the Mansion. Although Marissa hesitated, but she continued to follow the footsteps of Joe who walked in front of her.
Some of the servants bowed respectfully as Joe and Marissa passed them. Marissa, who never got such treatment, felt awkward and wrong.
"Can't you give a little respect to those Servants, Mr Joe?! Yes, at least by giving them a smile" Marissa told Joe.
"It doesn't matter, they're just servants here" said Joe, still with a cold face leading Marissa to the room she was going to occupy.
"Curtain, how arrogant you are! What is your position in this house so you can talk like that?!" pissed Marissa.
"Obviously my position is higher than anyone who works at this Mansion" Joe said as he opened the door to Marissa's room.
Marissa again rounded her eyes when she watched the luxurious room she was going to occupy. "Wow!!!"
"Rest while waiting for your Daddy to arrive" Joe said. Joe closed the door and resumed his duties.
Marissa was still staring at the surroundings of her room in detail. "Yes, God! It turns out my Daddy really doesn't twist! It was on the way, a private Jet, then a Mansion and now I get a room like the Princess's room in a fairyland!"
Marissa dropped her body on top of her luxurious bed. "Erika! Turns out I'm a rich kid not twisted! And I don't seem to need to find Om-Om anymore to be my life partner!" marissa muttered while chuckling softly.
Suddenly Marissa's happy expression disappeared from her face as she recalled her recently interred mother.
"Well, Daddy's really mean. Do you know, he lives a luxurious life here, while we slam bones there just to find a mouthful of rice," said Marissa with teary eyes.
Tok ... tok ...
Marissa immediately got up from her position then tidied up her clothes. "Yes, who?!" shouted Marissa.
"I'm one of the waiters here, Miss. Can I come in? There's a message I want to get from Mr. Joe for you" said the waiter.
Marissa rushed towards the door then opened it slowly. "What message, Bi?" ask Marissa
"Why not now! I can't wait to meet him and I'm also very curious about Daddy's face!" sahut Marissa's.
"All right then, Miss. Let's follow me, I'll escort you to the main hall." The servant invited Marissa to follow him immediately.
Marissa also walked behind the Servant while looking around the magnificent building carefully.
"What exactly did Daddy do to make him this rich, Bi?" marissa asked the Servant who led her to the main hall.
"I'm sorry, Miss. I don't know if that's the problem. You'd better ask your Daddy directly" said the Servant.
Marissa put on a lazy face after hearing the reply from the Servant. He was a little disappointed because he thought the waiter knew everything about his Daddy.
Finally Marissa and the Servant arrived at the main hall. The waiter invited Marissa to sit on the sofa in the room while waiting for the arrival of the Daddy.
Not Marissa's name if she just sits sweet on the couch. The girl began to wander around every corner of the room while paying attention to the photos of memories displayed on the walls. Until finally Marissa's eyes are perfectly rounded with her mouth wide open when she sees a jumbo-sized photo displayed among other photos.
"Oh, God! No, this is impossible!!!" peek at Marissa while covering her mouth with both hands.
"Marysa?!"
Marissa closed her eyes tightly. He knew who the owner of the heavy voice was. "Geez!!!" marissa muttered as she turned around slowly.
Marissa!!!" the man, Marcello, was shocked to learn that Marissa was his little Marissa.
"Ja-so Om is my Daddy?!" ask Marissa in a stammer. Marissa's face flushed in embarrassment. He was really embarrassed that he wanted to hide somewhere his Daddy couldn't find.
"Ja-so you're my little Marissa" said Marcello, rubbing her face violently. I also really did not expect that the bad girl he met yesterday when at the Villa was his little Marissa.
Joe was speechless as he watched the strange expression between Father and Son who had just met it.
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