The Hundred Thousand Woman
Part 7's

For a long time, this is the first time Veila set foot in a house that can be said to be luxurious— very luxurious even. The mansion class house made with the best building specifications, is in a strategic environment— is in the middle of the city, but avoids the hustle and bustle of the highway, filled with luxury furniture for one hundred million, billionaires, and, or even trillions, making Veila think if this house has a high selling value, very different from his mother's house— which has been pawned by the stepfather— very reot, and cheap value, not to the billions.

Unlike the Wilson house which adopts the modern concept of elegant tropical, the residence of Wilson's parents instead uses contemporary classical concepts. Different, but both are equally magnificent and beautiful, making anyone feel at home just to observe the contents of the magnificent house.

Just now, when Wilson's car stopped in front of the fence— waiting for the high fence to open, Veila can already guess if this house will be more magnificent than the man's house, Wilson Hovers. And now everything is proven, Veila seemed to be slapped with a magnificent facade and symmetrical pillars, beautifying the mansion dominated by white. Greek revival, just like most London mansions.

Not using the stairs, now they both go to the rooftop by using the elevator. It feels strange, like the stairs are only used as a mere display. Veila's bead is beautiful when it finds there are various kinds of pure gold in the elevator, that is, there are some objects coated in gold—the elevator button for example. Huh, if his stepfather comes here, maybe the gold-plated buttons have been stolen.

"Don't say anything to my parents. If asked, I will answer. You just need to be quiet rather than talk a no-no." Wilson, the man finally opened his voice after a long time only able to glance at Veila through the tail of his eyes.

To his wife Maureen's classmate, this mansion was a common sight. Naturally, Maureen also came from a family of being, on par with Wilson. In fact, the residence of Maureen's parents is more luxurious than the home of her parents. Ah, her in-laws love beauty so much, they don't like it if there's another house that's nicer than her house. It is reasonable, to rebuild alone has cost equivalent to the price of a private island owned by Wilson— which he bought two years ago.

And, ah ... This is the first time Wilson has come into contact with an incapable person like Veila. Since childhood, Wilson's circle of friends has always been filled by rich and smart children, neatly dressed and branded, polite and not bar-bar like the people below them. I'm sorry, but Wilson is a bit lazy to have to deal with people who are not as private as him. Educated by his parents who had built Wilson's character as it is now.

It is forbidden to associate with unequal people because it is, troublesome, this is the rule set by the masters and mistresses of Hovers.

"Why am I not given a chance to speak? I have the mouth and the voice to introduce myself" Veila said, not accepting that Wilson had to take over all the talk. If it's like this, why would he come here? Supposedly by giving his picture alone is enough if he knows he will only be a display mannequin later.

Unmistakably, Wilson's guess did not miss in the slightest. Since seeing this woman trying to escape from the man, Wilson had been able to guess if Veila was a stubborn woman, not obedient, and certainly difficult to manage. However, the one thing Wilson liked the most, was his cowardice. Veila is one of the many women who have this weakness. Just say he rebelled at first, but at the very end, he will shudder and be silent in fear. His fear was more domineering than his stubbornness. Wilson was grateful that, because he was easier to manage Veila because the woman was weak. Very weak, to the point of just being blown down.

"I won't let your mouth spit out a single word capable of making all my plans fail. There are many things to hide and redesign. Don't dispute my orders, okay?" Wilson pressed the last word of his long sentence while glancing at Veila at a glance and before long immediately threw his face in another direction. And yes, as Wilson guessed, Veila's fear was able to make her lips clench tightly, as if locked and unable to reopen. The man looked like an angel, but why was he like a demon? Very creepy, making the fur kuduk Veila immediately stood up because of the sound of baritonenya.

The clanking of the elevator and the door that then opened made Veila immediately divert her attention from Wilson. At a radius of ten meters in front of them, there was a glass door that would take them towards the rooftop decorated by various greenery. From here alone, Veila can see a variety of green plants, which live fertile, proven if the plant is well cared for. Oh well, can Veila be envious of those beautiful green plants?

"How did he open it?" muttered Veila, asked herself and took a look at the various corners of the door. Who knows if there is a button he can press. However, Veila felt that everything was in vain, she did not find a single button that she could press, there was only an emptiness, she was really like a fool now.

Wilson's steps came to a halt as his parents, up ahead, looked at him with astonished gazes. Nope, no. Wilson believes that the attention of his parents is not on him, which is why Wilson turned his head. A little growling at the sight of Veila who was still outside, just like a thief trying to break into the entrance of a house.

His parents looked at Wilson as if they were saying, What is she doing? Makes Wilson smile thinly and say, "Just a minute."

Wilson turned around and slightly sped up his pace, standing right in front of the door, then opened it quickly. Veila gasped as the door opened and displayed Wilson.

"Ck, what a shame. How could you not open the door? Hah, come on, hurry in," Wilson said quietly as he gestured for Veila to come in at a quick pace.

Fortunately, her beautiful face and her body's poignancy successfully covered the woman's village. Initially, Wilson thought Veila had a squeaky body, as well as unattractive. Okay, Wilson initially branded Veila a malnourished or malnourished woman. However, everything changed when he saw with his own eyes—that night if Veila's body was not as straight as he had imagined. Can Wilson be honest about one thing? The woman from tonight's club had great success hiding her ideal body.

Veila who wears oversized sweatshirts with Veila who wears a thin nightgown is very different. In fact, d*da Veila is slightly larger than Maureen. Wilson should have known, nightclub women never have thin bodies like malnourished people.

Aish, shit, Wilson, wake your mind. The man shook his head slowly to disperse his mind that was scanning a Veila.

"Be an elegant woman in front of my parents. Don't look uneducated, because it's a shame" whispered Wilson, right in Veila's right ear.

Every time, and against anyone, if that person was not equal to him—or was under him, Wilson would consider them an uneducated person.