The Hundred Thousand Woman
Part 6's

Wilson Hovers is very lucky. She was born to a wealthy family, was endowed with perfect physical appearance, lived always more than enough, was well educated, was successful at a young age, as well as earned a very beautiful companion. The man never had any bad luck in his life. Perhaps those born with the wings of misfortune on his back would have wanted to trade his life for Wilson's. Oh come on, who wants his life to be as bitter as americano? Everyone would want to have a life as sweet as milk, but God certainly does not generalize the way of life of each individual.

Even so, right now, Wilson is being hit by a great difficulty. So far his life is indeed fairly perfect, he does not even want to exchange this super luxurious life for the lives of others. He is proud to be himself, and always grateful for what he has now. But in reality, there is one small difficulty that will long widen and form a large rift hole.

Descendants. Wilson could not get a baby from his wife, Maureen Cruz. Wilson won't blame his wife, all of this happened at God's will. Sometimes God is just, poor people are given ease in getting offspring. Not a circus, but a reality and Wilson Hovers is one of them.

Now the man is standing outside the car with a perfectly-tender body. Standing like hot models of a magazine makes the manly aura of a Wilson Hovers come out on its own. If only he had not had a wife, perhaps these young servants would fall in love and race for the man's heart.

All the servants immediately turned their attention away from Wilson when they saw Maureen Cruz walking over, approaching her husband. Ah, the envy of Maureen Cruz's luck really hit the young waitresses. There is nothing wrong, if you were born beautiful, then you would definitely get a handsome boyfriend or partner. Visual is avenged visually, as well as nature will be reciprocated by nature. All the young servants who thought it was a mere myth, now began to believe it after seeing this married couple.

"Wilson, your tie is left behind" Maureen exclaimed with her right hand raised, revealing a black Wilson Hovers tie she found on the bed. Basically, Wilson was a very meticulous person. Men seem impossible to forget something that has become a routine— example is a tie.

Wilson deliberately left the item for Maureen to come to him. The woman was too busy struggling in the greenhouse as Wilson was preparing, not having time to button up a shirt, pair a suit or conclude a tie like usual days.

"Ah, how could I forget about that? Maureen, could you please put it up?" pinta Wilson softly, making Maureen chuckle because he understood Wilson's intentions.

Hey, they've known each other for a long time and lived under the same roof for five years. They were both said to be closer. A little tiptoed, Maureen draped the string of tie around Wilson's neck, tidied it between the collar of the shirt and began to make a knot.

"You sure you don't want to come to my parents' house? At least you should hear all my parents say about that woman. I'm sure they'll praise you and compare you to him" asked Wilson, creating a line of Maureen's smile.

With a painstaking hand concluding the tie, Maureen replied, "No. I'll stay home. Anyway you'll tell me everything later."

Wilson disliked being alone with another woman, let alone the woman he had just met, and he picked up at a nightclub. A stereotype, all women who come in and out of nightclubs must be good at teasing men. Wilson doesn't like to be teased, and he hates flirtatious women. Wilson type? Surely good and cute like his wife, Maureen.

Meanwhile, Veila Amor was forced to stop her steps in front of the door of a very high house. He could not continue his steps when he saw Wilson and Maureen up ahead. Slightly surprised, Veila Amor immediately turned her gaze in the other direction when she saw the couple lip-linked with affection. This is the first time she has seen a live kiss scene. His whole life, he had never kissed. Fortunately, while dating Charlie they have not had time to kiss, if that happens then Veila will be very sorry.

"Why stand there?"

A gentle exclamation from Maureen succeeded in making Veila gasp and turn her face back, looking straight at Maureen and Wilson.

The flickering hand as if bewitching Veila made herself slowly step closer until finally standing not far from the couple. Veila lowered her head, saluting the two people who had different personalities, one was very warm, and the other one was very cold.

"Have you been there long?" Maureen again asked, trying to get close to Veila.

Unable to ignore, Veila replied, "No, just seben—"

Veila's words were obviously cut off intentionally by Wilson without the slightest guilt. "Maureen, I'll go first. Take good care of yourself," she said and was immediately responded with a nod.

Before he got into the car, Wilson got closer to Maureen and whispered something. "Don't be too open with him. You don't know how bad nightclub women are."

Veila knew Wilson intentionally. The proof, the whisper arrived clearly in his ear. Wilson's words just now really hurt his heart. Very sorry and self-blame for not being able to replace Wilson's money and get out of this house. He even just stepped into his paradise of drunkards, men and women who think if having*** is something fun, drug transactions, and other similar things. Only once entered into the dark world—tentunya because Charlie—ia coercion has gotten a dirty stamp from everyone.

"What are you waiting for? Quick in. We're ten minutes from the original appointment" Wilson said, sending Veila back down to say goodbye to Maureen before she got into Wilson's car.

Looking at Wilson's car that had started to disappear from the grounds of the house, both corners of Maureen's lips lifted, he smiled bitterly. There was a reason why he chose to stay home and wait for the results, because he knew, all Wilson's words just now were just a joke. Wilson's parents will certainly praise Veila, no matter what.

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Wilson's parents' residence was in fact larger and more luxurious than Wilson's own. Can not be said a house because this is more can be said to be a mansion belonging to the kings in England. Seeing the number of cars parked neatly in the front yard makes Veila a little hesitant to step foot. Until finally, after a long silence, Wilson's exclamation succeeded in making Veila's daydreams collapse.

"What are you waiting for? Don't be tacky!" His sarkasan successfully made Veila lowered her head and began to approach slowly.

Like walking in heaven, Veila left right is filled with beautiful green plants accompanied by flowers of various colors.

Wilson had already arrived at the door, side-by-side, knocking on his pantofel on the ceramic which gave rise to an unpleasant melody. Oh, why is this woman so soft? Cheaper than the snails he always found in the yard and became his playmate when he was seven years old.

"Hurry up, I'm not your bodyguard!" sublet Wilson, make Veila start speeding up.

Wilson stopped scolding and pulled out his cell phone. I don't know what he was tinkering with, which must have been after struggling for a while with the screen of his phone, the main door opened by itself. Veila gasped as she found the many servants in special uniforms standing in rows, welcoming them. Truly a conglomerate that never lacked. Wilson Alexander Hovers was very lucky.

"The master and the big lady are already waiting at the rooftop" said one of the maids, bowing respectfully.

Wilson nodded and then gestured for this line to be disbanded. Looks so exaggerated, Wilson doesn't like it. He was not a prince who should be given such respect. Sometimes his parents are too over-employed. Look, this house is dominated by servants. Veila lowered her head as the entire view of the maid was fixed on her. He followed Wilson with a distance far enough, and he could hear the whispers of the servants.

"Who did the young master take?"

"You don't know? The great lord and mistress intended to marry the young master Wilson because his wife could not bear children."

"Truely, the Hovers family would be destroyed if it had no successor."

Guess, from the attitude of Wilson alone Veila can already know if remarrying is not the will of Wilson. It was the two masters who forced Wilson to sue Maureen for offspring. No one is to blame, all of this is a choice.

The Hovers master and mistress, Maureen's decision, and Wilson's decision will form a spider web that will glue its prey, Veila Amor.