Even though Mandy agreed with her daughter internally, she was stubborn. She would never agree to it verbally due to her long-time prejudice against Harold.

Ultimately, she didn't want to admit it.

“Mom, what if the vase is really worth fifty million?” Brittany retorted.

“Um...”

Mandy was rendered speechless by her daughter's question.

“Brittany's analysis is right. How about this? I'll take care of Brittany's Greenhouse Produce for a few days. You two tail that person. Then you could see what he's up to and whether there's anything unusual going on with him.”

Richard was the relatively calmer one, so his suggestions were objective.

Mandy and Brittany both agreed to his plan.

Afterward, they went to sleep in their own rooms.

The next morning, in Isabella's home, Isabella got the shock of her life.


When Isabella woke up and opened her eyes, she saw Harold lying next to her. However, there was no blanket in between them to separate the two.

“Ahhh!” Isabella let out a piercing cry the moment she saw him.

She remembered she had ordered Harold to sleep on the couch in the living room last night. Then, she had locked her door.

How and when did he come in?

However, that was not the most important question. What's more important was that she thought that since she had locked her door yesterday, he would not be able to enter her room.

That was why she had taken out her more revealing and sexy pajamas and wore them to sleep.

Since the material of the pajamas was vaguely see-through, she bet the man had already seen her entire half-naked body!

Harold was still soundly asleep when he was awakened by Isabella's shrill scream. Instantly, he flipped over and covered her mouth with his hand.

Isabella struggled fiercely and made those types of moaning noises that were sometimes loud and sometimes soft. Those sounds often made men excited after hearing them.

“Why are you screaming? Aren't you afraid of Mom telling you off again?” Harold reminded her in a whisper.

Upon hearing his words, Isabella blushed in embarrassment and quieted down.

“Who says she's your mom? Anyway, be honest with me. How did you get in? I'm sure I locked the door yesterday!” questioned Isabella.

She glared again at Harold while grabbing the blankets and covering her vital parts.

With a straight face, Harold answered, “Didn't you invite me to your room in the middle of the night? Do you not remember it?”

Secretly, Harold was amused.

He was the God of War and was obviously not going to be stopped by a locked door.

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