Chapter 4 The Future Granddaughter-in-law

He followed up rapidly, and after escorting them all the way to the hotel room, he knowingly didn't disturb them anymore and closed the door before he exited.

When he got around to look down, he found the phone was still on, showing it was still on the line. He put the phone to his ear at once, "Master, you... you haven't hung up yet."

The old voice on the other side of the phone came to his ears, "Why? Do you want me to hang up so that you can take over my family's property?"

"..." Even though Henry knew Master Holt was only joking, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Master Holt said, "Was Carlos with a woman just now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, is she beautiful?"

"..."

"Is she gonna be my future granddaughter-in-law?"

"..."

The old man was a little excited: "Gotcha."

Henry was speechless and thought, "What have you got, Master?! Even I haven't got it yet!!!"

In the room, Carlos placed the woman on the soft bed, but before he let her go, Zoe reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, holding him and rubbing against him semiconsciously while whispering into his ears, "Hot...so hot... "

The man just let her come at him with his sight fixating on the little face close to his own. His eyes became incredibly deep and dark with two clusters of dark flames ignited in them which crept across every inch of Zoe's face.

The drugged woman was unconscious and had no idea how dangerous the situation was. The buttons of her thin shirt split open as she rubbed against him, revealing her beauty to the waiting man.

Carlos pressed down on her fumbling hand and raised her chin to force her to look at him. Seeing himself in those confused eyes, he lifted the corner of his lips in satisfaction, and his deep voice sounded over her heartbeats, "Who am I?"

The woman beneath him blinked helplessly, and a heart-stopping whisper spilled from between her teeth as her red lips opened and closed, accompanied by an uncontrollable, affectionate, and soft-voiced calling, "Lucas..."

The man's countenance turned sullen precipitously

He cupped her chin and spoke in a deep voice, "Call my name."

Zoe was hot all over. She didn't know what she wanted. She just had a feeling that the man holding her chin could give it to her. Like a kitty licking milk, she reached out her little lilac-like tongue and licked the man, full of flattering.

The titillating feeling on his fingertips went all the way to Carlos' heart. He rolled his throat, slowly leaned down, and finally stopped half an inch away from those sweet red, soft lips. He was blind to the message of invitation that came through those slightly parted red lips and stubbornly repeated, "I'm Carlos. Call me by my name."

"Car...Carlos..."

The one short word sounded so tender and lingering because of her light call, seducing Carlos' long-suppressed desire. After so many years, he heard it once again from the mouth of the woman who he'd been missing so much.

Yet she had no idea how thrilling and seducing it was for the man beside her to look at her in her disheveled dress with her lip bitten softly when she murmured those indistinct words.

It was like a super enchanting and heart-rotting drug that ignited the flames in those silent black eyes inch by inch. His discipline, which had always been his pride, crumbled!

In the next instant, he sealed the red lips that were in desperate need of being picked...

Like a thunderbolt striking, a boom burned all of Carlos' sanity, and the woman beneath him let out a contented sigh as she, like a fish yearning for water, eagerly sent her red lips up and planted her haphazard kisses on his face, his lips...

And the other hand of hers tore at his clothes wantonly, like tearing at a sheep's skin worn to confuse others by a wolf, and the next moment her white wrist was grasped and pinned above her head.

Struggling in unconsciousness, Zoe seemed to have sensed the danger, but it was already too late for her to escape.