Chapter 563

Chapter 563:

The person on the other end of the line sneered. “I suffered in prison for many years while you two were free, living a good life outside. You two are enjoying the status of Mrs. Riggs and the young lady of the Riggs family. Now, I have finally been released… Don’t you care about me anymore?”

Mara’s voice softened. “Who says I don’t care about you? I’ve always been thinking about you.”

“Okay, come here quickly then. I’m at Wincoll Hotel.” The person on the other end of the line said, then hung up.

At that moment, Mara was overwhelmed by frustration and had nowhere else to go. So, she hailed a taxi to Wincoll Hotel.

As soon as she entered the hotel room, she felt a chill run down her spine as the man’s gaze roamed over her with undisguised interest. “You haven’t changed a bit after all these years. It seems money can really do wonders,” he remarked.

“Stop talking nonsense. I’m already on the verge of exploding from anger,” Mara snapped, pushing his hand away and glaring at him. She obviously looked displeased.

The man raised an eyebrow, amused by her reaction. He laughed, wrapped his arm around her waist, and led her further into the room. “What? Someone is still capable of upsetting you, Mrs. Riggs?”

“Who else do you think? Of course, it’s Esteban. He wants to give all the shares to Susan,” Mara said, her voice trembling with frustration. “Didn’t I tell you before that men are heartless creatures? Don’t be so mad. I’ve been locked up for so long, and all I can think of is you.”

His brazen gaze roamed over her body again before he dragged her onto the bed unceremoniously. With a ripping sound, he tore off her clothes.

Mara was stunned for a moment. She only came to her senses when the cold air hit her exposed skin. She wanted to resist, fearing they would be discovered, but as his hands moved, she gradually relaxed. Despite living in the Riggs family’s house for many years, she and Esteban had never been intimate. Naturally, her desire overwhelmed her reason.

The weight of years apart fueled their passion, and the intensity of their reunion consumed them, each moment escalating with raw energy and urgency. They spent the intense night together, their bodies intertwined.

The next day, Mara was rejuvenated. Her frustrations from the previous night had dissipated a lot. She lay in the man’s arms, gently stroking his chest.

The man looked down at her and asked, grinning cheekily, “Who’s better, Esteban or me?”

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“Does that even need to be asked? Of course, it’s you,” Mara replied, giving him a coquettish look.

He burst into laughter and said teasingly, “Ha-ha! It looks like that man can’t satisfy you. Buy me a house, and you can come to me whenever you need me.”

Mara didn’t respond. Then, the man said, “By the way, where’s Jada? I haven’t seen my daughter for many years. I also miss her.”

Mara’s expression changed at the mention of her daughter.

She contemplated her daughter’s current situation, then sighed, “I should look for Jada now. She’s currently grounded.” She began to worry again.

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