The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 190

Chapter

190

Maria had barely agreed when she turned to find Paisley looking at her with a meaningful expression.

Awkwardly scratching her head, Marta laughed. She had just realized that she'd agreed without consulting Paisley. "Uh, I figured you'd say yes because you're so compassionate. Didn't you help Max last time when he collapsed?" Ohr Paisley raised an eyebrow. "Look who still remembers his name? Decided he's not a bad guy after all?"

I wasn't

long ago that Maria had been guarding against the men next door like they were a gang of criminals. Maria chuckled awkwardly, "Well, you know, with neighbors, you get to know them better over time." "Maria, is she coming! A frantic voice came through

the video intercom. It was Leo, looking visibly stressed. "My boss can't hold on much longer." Maria gres anxious as well. She clearly remembered how severe the neighbor's leg pain had been during the last episode. "Paisy." "Mom, if you don't go now, Max is going to be in agony!" said Serena.

She turned and started heading

"Paisy!" Maria screamed

"Mom!" So did Serena.

need to grab my tools, don't I Paisley rolled her eyes as she explained,

and quickly reassured Leo that Paisley would be over in

saw Leo waiting anxiously at the gate. His face lit up as if he

followed him into the villa. The interior was tastefully designed in a minimalist yet vintage style, exuding understated luxury. Every seemingly insignificant decoration was worth a fortune, making it clear that the owner of this house possessed im After all, anyone who could afford a villa in this area, especially someone from Montera, had to be a person of considerable influence. Maria wasn't exaggerating when she said the villa was filled with men. Paisley counted around eight, all of whom were clearly trained prof

briefly before averting her gaze and following Leo

in the center

Paisley's senses. With just a sniff, she could identify the ingredients. They were drugs

the man on the bed,

lips pressed into a tight line, and his bloodshot eyes betrayed the torment he was enduring. It was as if he were

managed to force a weak