NOVEL WEB Chapter 455: Don't You Miss Me?
"It's time to discipline him! Since he won't listen to me now, let his father deal with him properly!!"
Margaret nodded thoughtfully, then moved with graceful steps to the backyard electrical room. Seizing the moment when no one was paying attention, she pulled down the main power switch.
The villa's security system immediately triggered an alarm. Several bodyguards rushed out from the security room in a panic. When they saw Margaret, a well-dressed leader among them quickly bowed respectfully and said, "Madam, what are you doing here? There was a power outage just now, we'll handle it right away!"
"No need, I've already called an electrician to fix it. The wiring was chewed through by rats. This is my home, you don't need to interfere with everything! Understood?" Margaret coldly waved her hand, issuing an authoritative and indisputable command.
"Yes, Madam!" The lead bodyguard didn't dare to question her further and immediately retreated with a bow.
Margaret watched the bodyguard leave, frowning slightly before returning to the living room to sit down, waiting calmly.
The psychological composure cultivated since childhood, along with the noble temperament honed by a life of luxury, allowed Margaret to appear calm and composed even when her heart was racing with tension.
Dressed in a snow-white dress, she reclined on the sofa like an imperial consort from ancient times—enchanting yet alluring, dignified yet sacred.
After mentally preparing herself, Margaret became noticeably more composed and collected. Unlike nervous young wives or girls sneaking around for affairs, she wasn't flustered. Instead, she calmly strategized countermeasures, meticulously planning how to keep this matter safely hidden from exposure.
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Once she had considered every detail, Margaret got up again to arrange everything, eliminating all potential risks.
After completing these preparations, she finally settled back onto the living room sofa, quietly awaiting Harry's arrival.
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Meanwhile, Harry, now dressed in a dark blue electrician's uniform and carrying a toolbox, had already arrived at the location Margaret had sent him.
Staring at the luxurious villa hidden halfway up the mountain amidst dense trees, Harry's eyes were filled with envy and excitement.
The villa covered at least 10,000 square feet, not including the yard. Given its prime location in the heart of Hacheston, Harry estimated it had to be worth at least several hundred million USD!
The thought that he was about to have a secret affair with the lady of this extravagant mansion made Harry feel so exhilarated he could barely breathe!
As he drove up to the gate, a sharply dressed security guard immediately stopped him, eyeing him coldly. "Who are you? This isn't a tourist area, it's private property. No entry allowed!"
"No, no, you've got it wrong, brother. Someone here called me. I'm an electrician, here to fix the wiring!" Harry quickly explained with a smile.
"An electrician?"
The guard frowned in confusion, glancing at Harry's attire before impatiently waving him off. "People who live here don't call electricians like you. Leave now!"
Just as the guard finished speaking, a woman's authoritative voice came from the intercom in the guard booth. "I called him to fix the wiring. Let him in!"
Hearing the woman's voice, the guard's arrogance instantly vanished. He respectfully acknowledged the order through the intercom, opened the gate, and gestured for Harry to enter the compound.
The villa's surroundings were beautifully landscaped, and with the stunning West Lake nearby, even the air smelled fragrant.
After parking his car, Harry couldn't help but look around in admiration. The landscaping was so exquisite that every corner demanded his attention.
"What are you gawking at? Hurry up and get inside to fix it!" Just as Harry was surveying the area, Margaret appeared at the front door, commanding him with an air of haughty authority.
"Yes, Madam! Right away!" Harry glanced at a security guard lurking nearby and immediately scurried over, bowing and scraping obsequiously.
"Come in. There's a short circuit upstairs. Fix it quickly, I need the power back on." Margaret maintained her aloof demeanor, barking orders at Harry.
Once Harry was inside, her tone shifted abruptly. The composed, aristocratic facade gave way to tension and wariness.
"Harry! What exactly are you trying to do? Do you have any idea how dangerous this is for us?" Margaret shut the door and turned to glare at him, her voice sharp with reprimand.
"I just want to come and see you and keep you company! After last time, I've missed you every day. Don't you miss me?"
Harry glanced around the golden, magnificent, and luxurious hall, his face full of envy as he turned to Margaret with a smile: "As expected of the richest man. The house is decorated like a European emperor's palace, truly enviable! I really want to stay here with you and never leave!"
"Stop talking nonsense!! Now that you've come and seen me, can you delete those videos and photos?" Margaret disdainfully glanced at Harry, suppressing her anger as she asked him furiously.
"This is just the beginning? I just arrived and haven't done anything yet, and you already want to kick me out?" Harry leered at Margaret, suddenly pulling the delicate Margaret into his arms. Catching her off guard, he fiercely kissed her fragrant red lips: "You're so heartless! Not contacting me is one thing, but I came all this way to see you, and you want to send me away as soon as we meet? This is really too heartbreaking!"
"What are you doing?! Let me go!! Let me go!! Are you crazy?! Stop it! Someone might see us here!!" Margaret was so startled by Harry's actions that she struggled in panic, her delicate white hands continuously hitting Harry's shoulders, her voice trembling with nervousness.
The noble and composed lady seemed like a completely different person after encountering Harry. The wicked Harry left Margaret helpless, as if he was born to restrain her. Margaret couldn't express her anger, couldn't break free no matter how she struggled, and couldn't bring herself to hit Harry even if she wanted to!
"I am crazy! Crazy from missing you! Baby! I want you!! Today, I'm going to have you several times!!! I'm going to have my fill of you!!" Under Margaret's struggles, Harry didn't feel the slightest anger or annoyance.
Instead, he grew even more excited. Lifting Margaret with his hands, he directly picked up the struggling delicate beauty and gave her soft, plump buttocks a hard squeeze.
"You're outrageous!! You!! Let me go!! Don't do this!! Put me down!! You!! Let me go!!" Margaret struggled, her face flushed, nervously looking around, afraid someone might see this scene.
Even though Margaret had already dismissed everyone from the room beforehand, sneaking around with a man at home still made her so nervous she broke out in a cold sweat. Harry's actions left her terrified and trembling.
"Say it! Do you miss me? If you don't say it, I won't put you down! I'll do it right here!" Harry wickedly slid his hand under Margaret's skirt, fondling and kneading her delicate, soft buttocks, making Margaret both embarrassed and furious yet helpless.
"I could never miss you! Harry!! Let me tell you! We're not from the same world! Do you know you're playing with fire? Put me down! If you have something to say, let's go upstairs! Someone could see us here at any moment!!"
Margaret calmed down slightly, breathing heavily as she sternly said to Harry.
"Fine, fine, baby, let's go upstairs! To your and your husband's room for a good chat!" Harry, aware of the danger here, didn't tease Margaret further and set her down, saying.
Margaret immediately nervously glanced around, straightened her slightly disheveled skirt, and panted heavily a few times before saying to Harry, "Follow me upstairs!"
With that, Margaret led Harry upstairs. Watching Margaret's swaying buttocks, Harry swallowed hard several times.
This kind of temptress was fine if he didn't see her, but once he did, he couldn't help wanting to fiercely spank that butt. Margaret's body exuded a charm that fascinated men, as if stealing souls, making Harry unable to tear his eyes away.
In this special environment, Harry was in a state of extreme excitement. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. Harry's heart was racing, his hands trembling, and he even felt like he could barely breathe.
This kind of affair was too thrilling, too passionate!! More importantly, this woman was the wife of the local mafia boss! When Margaret said Harry was playing with fire, she wasn't exaggerating in the slightest! But the more this was the case, the more excited Harry became, the more he found it!!
Under Margaret's lead, Harry followed her to the second floor and entered Margaret's bedroom. The enormous bedroom, which Harry estimated to be about 40 square meters, was luxuriously yet warmly decorated, clean and tidy as if brand new. Even the air carried a faint, noble fragrance, intoxicating and dizzying Harry.