Chapter 155 The Real Heir

• Simon and Isaac were lounging in the sitting room, each nursing a cold beer. The late evening sun cast long shadows through the windows, giving the room a warm, golden hue. The maid, having just served them, was now walking out. Isaac’s gaze followed her, lingering a bit too long on her retreating figure. His eyes were filled with a lustful curiosity, something Simon noticed with a knowing smile.
• The maid had just the perfect shape, she was young, although older than Isaac obviously, her breasts hanging firmly with pointy nipples, her waist curvy and her long legs smooth without hairs, she was human of course.
• "Do you want her?" Simon asked, his voice a low, amused rumble. His eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, knowing well the kind of temptation the young maid posed.