The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
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"Can I give you some advice? This is purely my opinion as an individual being rather than a subordinate of Young Master Mike" Jordan said with a facial expression that remained the same. However, there was a slight slender smile on his lips.

"What, Sir? Say it," answered Naya.

"Rather than thinking of leaving it's good Miss thought of holding on."

Jordan's brief exposure just made Naya's forehead frown. He approached Jordan and asked, "What do you mean, sir? I don't understand."

"Miss no longer had a chance to leave. Where do you want to go?"

Naya. The reason goes into Mike's world because he has no purpose. More precisely not daring to step alone.

"Young master is a true entrepreneur. He won't be willing to spend a lot of money just for the sake of women. Without even out the money sometimes many women are willing to surrender themselves. But when he met Miss Naya he was willing to go out a lot. So I don't think it's a simple thing" Jordan said.

Naya flinch, she blinked. I really don't understand what Jordan meant.

"I mean take advantage of all the accommodations Young Master Mike provided. Not all women get this privilege."

Naya sighed again, she understood now what Jordan meant. "But Mr. Jordan, if you have to give everything without love and taste status ...."

Naya back hanging oral. His chest felt heavy at the thought of having to be a mistress and serve Mike like a wife.

"If that's the case, it depends on Miss. Miss can change it. Make her fall in love with Miss. Miss can keep everything. Either Mr. Mike or whatever. Treasure, throne, love and status are not impossible Miss get. Just so Miss you know, Young Master Mike is no ordinary person."

"Yes, I know," Naya replied briefly, and that's not what made her sad either. Ken, he still loves that guy. First love.

"Better Miss think carefully. Try to walk around this house. Miss will see how great Young Master Mike is. Miss has nothing to lose with him" continued Jordan again.

Naya flinched, then looked around. Right, Mike's house is so big and grand. All furniture and furniture are all displayed neatly beautiful and full of aesthetic elements. More certainly the price is not cheap.

"Miss can use everything freely. On the top floor there is a large swimming pool for Miss if it's sultry."

Jordan squinted after saying that and he could see no enthusiastic look on Naya's face. When another girl was about to race for luxury, the girl just kept quiet. It looks sadder.

"Oiya, I heard Miss likes to draw."

Hearing that there was a change from the look of the girl.

"Where do you know that?"

Jordan thins lips. "Young Master Mike is now looking for a professional designer to teach Miss."

Naya's eyes were suddenly sparkling. "T-Master Mike did that? B-but k-why?" tanya Naya stamped. In his memory still attached how Mike treated himself violently.

"Because he is. If she likes someone, she will treat her like a queen. But if he's bored ...."

"He's going to throw it away" Naya continued. His face returned glum.

Jordan smiled a little. "But Miss can still try to make her fall in love with Miss. He had been interested in Miss from the beginning. So Miss just needs a little more effort."

Naya budging. He doesn't know how to respond. Should you do Jordan's advice or stick with the establishment?

"All you have to do is obey. Perform command. Although it sometimes looks rude but Young Master very strongly holds the promise he once said. He's principled."

Naya budging.

"How?"

"If that's why I can't give advice. But what Miss has to avoid is alluding to her first boyfriend and parents" Jordan said.

Naya's eyes narrowed. I can't believe Mike also has a first love and a complicated family life.

"Then I say goodbye. There's something I have to take care of" said Jordan then turned the heel.

While Naya, she flinched. Word for word that Jordan lay filled the corners of the brain space. He pensively digested it until a sound in the paper bag jolted consciousness.

Slowly he opened it. It turns out that it is a branded phone that is ready to use.

While Naya was answering Mike's phone, a beautiful girl in black with an apron on her waist was staring at him fiercely. He peeked out from behind the cupboard in the kitchen with hands that had already formed fists. His jaw was hardening too. 

"I can't let you enjoy this luxury. This should be mine. He should have glanced at me. But everything is over because of you. Fucking bitch. I'll make you suffer here. I'll make you beg to be expelled."

"Din, what else? Come here!"

The call from behind made Dina—girl in black uniform—contact turn the head, then rushed to the owner of the voice after making sure that Naya had gone from there.

"Don't you call me?" ask Dina. He looked down in disdain after seeing twenty people lined up in front of Mala— head of household assistant Mike.

Mala who was also in uniform as Dina paced in front of her men, then coldly asked, "Who among you is able to bear the responsibility of looking after Miss Naya?"

Everyone was silent, looking at each other as if whispering through the eyes. Surprisingly, they—the dominant women around the age of 20 to 40 years—when seeing Dina. The twenty-five-year-old young girl raised her hand and said, "I want to, Ma'am."

Mala's eyebrows go up next door. He scanned the real Dina who had only worked three months there.

"Are you serious?" tanya Mala—a skinny woman of forty years old—who is also a confidant of Mike besides Jordan.

Dina nodded. "Yes, Mom, I want to."

Mala shook her head, she scanned the girl in its entirety and decided to agree.

"Okay, because you want to carry out this heavy duty, your salary will be doubled," said Mala.

Dina's eyes enlarged her smile no less wide, she thanked Mala many times.

"But remember, Dina. Although it looks easy this is actually a difficult task. Miss Naya's responsibility and safety are in your hands. Are you capable?"

Dina nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, ma'am, I'm capable. I'll do anything to take care of Miss Naya."

"Good, then from today the need and comfort he is your responsibility. Every morning you have to clean his room, confess what he asks and others, you have to make sure his safety. Because only then do you survive the Young Master," continued Mala who was again expressionless.

"Well Ma'am, thank you very much" replied Dina, then lowered her head. In his bow he smiled cunningly.

'In this way I can drive the girl away easily, ' her inner self.