The Pawned Stud
chapter 22

"Your faces are so similar!" A woman with a graceful face, now dumbfounded, saw a picture of Hans's face with her own son.

After hearing, the expression of his son, mistress Jill trying to find the truth, he did not want, the son again deceived him.

After seeing a video recording of Hans with a Rolex, the night Hans was ambushed by his loyal servant, mistress Jill finally believed.

His face was so shocked, choosing also along with the figure of the man who was exactly the same as his son.

"Ck! Rolex screeched cynically towards the woman who had given birth to him.

"Meanwhile, mommy didn't know me very well." Rolex spoke with a grouchy face.

Madam Jill now tilted her head towards her son and took a close look at Rolex's handsome face with Hans.

"Nothing differentiates you," said Madame Jill with a face so fixed, to scan the faces of her son and Hans.

"When did you know me so well? Whereas, mama's busy with career is also mama's pleasure." Rolex got up, after offending the mother.

Which has always been ignored by both parents also never got affection from the mother.

They are busy with their own world. Rolex is only presented with wealth and luxury. The Rolex figure grew into a selfish man and at will.

"Mama remembers that she only gave birth to one son. But ... Why are your faces so similar?" Madam Jill was still so curious about the figure of the man who was so similar to her son.

"We have, different netra." As for Rolex, his face was so cynical he gave it to his mama.

"really?! Madam Jill reacted in surprise, looking back at her son and Hans.

"But everyone thinks he is, you!" Madam Jill's touch with a look of shock.

"Isn't that luck to me?" Seloroh Hans's.

Madam Jill tilted her head again and stared fixedly at her son.

"Thus I don't need to marry a disabled woman, I just, need to keep quiet with my pleasure and the dollar paper keeps flowing in my account." Rolex is so proud of the brilliant plan that has made him so happy.

Mrs Jill also published a sly smile and the two now laughed off guard. Feeling their plan worked without having to consider disabled women as part of their family.

"Mama also doesn't agree that you married her who is just an arrogant woman. A woman who should not be proud of anything other than her wealth and her wealth." Bright lady Jill.

"Well, once we've mastered the whole thing, we'll get rid of both so easily" said Ms. Jill.

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In another region, precisely at the residence of Miranda. Now it looks like a man who is full of tenderness, serving women who have been staring at him sharply.

Hans could only be speechless with a stiff face, getting a sharp glare from his own wife. Hans is no different than a loyal servant who changes status to — husbands.

Hans could only be speechless, while thinking of something to be able to get out of the trap that was tormenting him.

Moreover, Miranda never, treating herself a husband, she just got a clash, a shout, a curse, also a curse, every day.

He had to serve his wife, from early morning until night, when the woman had a beautiful but cold face.

"Are you thinking of something to get out of here?" Hans was suddenly startled, when something warm hit one of his earlobes.

A whisper that gave him goosebumps, instantly and he turned pale. Let alone seeing a grin, Miranda.

"No! I didn't think of that. I'm just thinking of both of my parents." Hans tried to dodge in a nervous tone.

Miranda's brows were intertwined, she looked more and more at Hans so intently. 

"You still have them?" Miranda asked who did not believe her husband's confession.

Hans moved his wife on the bed in a soft, gentle gesture.

Miranda could feel the warmth of Hans' breath, as well as the masculine scent of her husband. She was so lulled by Hans' long neck that in her eyes was so sexy, let alone her husband's shell.

"Yes, they are still there and in a small village" Hans said. 

The man now distanced his body from Miranda, but the woman held back Hans' palm and ordered him to lie down next to her.

Hans obediently climbed into the bed and laid, his profesional stout body beside the wife.

Hans was heard exhaling a tense breath, also his face looked awkward.

But suddenly he was surprised, when he felt his wife's hand now coiled on his stomach.

The man's face grew even more tense and began to get nervous mixed with fear.