A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila squinted through the peephole, checking out who was on the other side of the door.

It wasn't anyone she recognized-neither Young nor Alan.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice cautious.

"Hi, are you Ms. Camila? My name's Henry Hoover. My mom told me some tiles on your balcony wall were coming loose, so she sent me to take a look," the guy outside replied. Camila remembered she had indeed called the landlady a few days ago about the loose tiles on the balcony. The landlady had promised to send someone over to check it out. So, she opened the door. "Sorry for the trouble," she said politely.

The moment Henry saw her, he was taken aback by her beauty. His mom wasn't kidding; not only was this tenant strikingly beautiful, but she also had a gentle and polite demeanor. It made him understand his mother's intentions even more clearly.

"Come on in," Camila invited.

wall, ready to inspect the tiles. But then, his peripheral vision caught sight of clothes drying on a rack, and

over him. He quickly got out of bed and headed towards the balcony. As he walked out of the bedroom and saw Henry standing next to Camila, his eyes immediately became wary. Henry turned around and saw a tall, muscular, and handsome young man

waist, gently pulling her closer. He smiled slightly at Henry, "Thanks for coming out

nodded, trying to stay composed. "Yeah, this property is pretty old; it's bound to have

the two men

chuckled lightly. "Yeah, this place is small and

shot him a

and a top-notch school district. The market value of this place is

were dripping

scorn and laughed coldly. "Indeed, it can't match the nearby mansions." He glanced towards Cedarhill Estate. "How much do

least a hundred million each, I suppose."