0087-Excuse Me...
Author: Calendula
last update2025-06-21 19:45:48
In a dimly lit room with a warm atmosphere and the scent of old roses, Darren sat across from Madam Nousa, who looked elegant and calm as always. Between them lay a leather folder containing important documents. Madam Nousa pushed the folder toward him with a steady hand.

“I have prepared everything,” she said softly but firmly. “This is the business you will take over.”

Darren opened the folder slowly, flipping through the pages inside — details of assets, financial reports, client lists, and a business structure unfamiliar to him. The longer he read, the more his eyebrows furrowed.

“What am I supposed to do with all this?” he muttered in confusion. “This… this is not my field, Mom.”

He closed the folder with a heavy sigh. “All this time I’ve managed the technology and heavy equipment business at Xanta Group. That’s my passion. But this? This is prostitution!”

Madam Nousa took a deep breath, as if she had expected her son’s reaction. Her eyes looked at Darren softly but with
Calendula

Hi guys...My mistake in mentioning Jacky as a young man in the previous chapter. He is old, 50 years old. But I've revised it, waiting for the editor's approval.

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