Chapter 5 A Fact

• The next day, Xena sat on the couch in her room, massaging her temples. The girl felt extremely dizzy. The dizziness in her head resulted from falling into a trap she had created.
• Morgan Louise. Don't know who that man was. So far, Xena hasn't memorized the names of businessmen. Moreover, Morgan Louise's living place and her living place were in different countries. That's what made Xena not recognize Morgan Louise's figure.
• Xena wanted to choose to leave. But her heart seemed heavy. Like there was a strong magnet holding her back from going anywhere. Xena didn't understand what was wrong with her heart and mind. The girl was completely imprisoned by the prison she had created.
• "Oh my God, what should I do now?" Xena rubbed her face roughly. Xena never forgot the incident where Morgan touched her. Even last night, Morgan touched her again. Xena should have been angry and cursed the man who dared to touch her. But why was she enjoying herself? Xena felt like her brain was no longer functioning.
• Xena took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The girl's gaze turned to the two paper bags delivered by her assistant. Yes, Xena asked Linda to deliver clothes for her. Xena couldn't keep wearing the same dress.
• Xena knew she was no longer sane. Asking Linda to deliver the clothes meant she would be at Morgan Louise's mansion for quite some time. No one in the world wanted to get into trouble except Xena Foster. The beautiful girl was causing trouble in her life.
• "Miss Xena?" greeted the maid as she approached Xena.
• "You asked me to breakfast?" Xena already knew the purpose of the maid.
• "That's right, miss. Would you like to have breakfast in the dining room, or here?" offered the maid politely.
• "I'll come down later," Xena replied coldly.
• The maid nodded. "Yes, miss. Then I'll be excused."
• "Wait!" interrupted Xena, who would not let the maid leave.
• "Yes, miss?" asked the maid politely.
• "Has Morgan left yet? I mean, did Morgan go to the office today?" Xena asked.
• "Mr. Morgan didn't go to the office. He's in his office upstairs with his assistant," the maid replied.
• Xena nodded her head in response to the maid's words. "We'll go out together. I also want to go to the dining room now."
• "Come, Miss." The maid bowed her head. Then, Xena stepped out of the room, along with the maid. Xena didn't want to ask many questions about Morgan. The girl now wanted to clear her mind of Morgan's thoughts.
• In the dining room, Xena sat in a chair at the dining table as she ate the breakfast that had been served. Morgan was not in the dining room. Maybe the annoying man was having breakfast in his office. Xena decided not to ask.
• "Miss Xena, would you like a salad?" offered the waiter.
• "No, thank you," Xena replied coldly. Her gaze was accidentally drawn to the large painting on the left wall. Xena hadn't noticed the beautiful painting at all.
• "Is that Morgan's painting?" Xena asked the waitress.
• The maid looked at the painting Xena was now looking at. "No, ma'am. That's a painting of Mrs Biana Faye, the ex-wife of Mr Morgan Louise."
• "What, ex-wife?" Xena's eyes widened in disbelief at the maid's words. Xena had no idea that Morgan Louise had ever been married.
• "Yes, ma'am. Don't you know who Mrs. Biana Faye is?" the maid asked Xena.
• Xena chuckled softly. "I don't know. Is she an actress?"
• The maid was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry, miss. If you don't know Mrs. Biana Faye I can't tell you the details, as it concerns the private life of Mr. Morgan Louise."
• "Well, that's okay. I can figure it out myself. You go ahead. I don't want to be disturbed," Xena said coldly with an impassive look.
• "Yes, ma'am." The maid bowed her head, then excused herself from Xena's presence.
• Xena was silent for a while. Her brain was spinning about the name 'Biana Faye.' The surname of Morgan's ex-wife Louise seemed familiar to Xena. Xena hurriedly took her cell phone on the table and searched for the name 'Biana Faye' on the internet.
• Then, Xena's face instantly changed after seeing it on the internet about Biana Faye. Xena's eyes widened in surprise. It said Biana Faye was the only child of the President of France. What the hell? That meant Morgan Louise was the former daughter-in-law of the French President. Xena was completely shocked about Morgan Louise.
• "God, is this mansion surrounded by paparazzi? I'm finished if I end up in the French gossip media." Xena tapped her forehead. New problems came when she had learned a bit of identity about Morgan Louise's figure.
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• Morgan took a sip of the wine in his hand as he gazed at the cityscape through the large mirror in his office. The aura on Morgan's face was cold and covered by the man's handsome face. The sharp eyes showed arrogance.
• "Mr. Morgan, are you still letting Miss Xena Foster stay here?" asked Hemlet, Morgan's assistant, as he looked at Morgan politely.
• "Just leave the girl here." Morgan fiddled with the glass with high legs in his hand.
• Hemlet's brow furrowed. "Excuse me, sir. Aren't you bothered by Miss Xena Foster's presence? She's always asking you to sell the diamonds you get from the auction."
• Morgan smiled meaningfully. "At first, I felt troublesome because that spoiled princess always bothered me. But apparently, I changed my mind."
• "Changed your mind? What do you mean, sir?" asked Hemlet, not understanding the meaning of his master's words.
• Morgan looked straight ahead and took another sip of wine from his hand. "I was looking for a new fantasy."