Her head was blank for a few seconds then got up. And her body was so sore that she knelt on the carpet at once.
Thera tried to stand up but her body was weak. Every step, it hurt! "Open the door and let me out!" The door was locked from the outside, and no one paid attention to her even though she knocked. She kicked angrily, even less physically.
Even if she could open the door, she could not go out like this. The smell on her body made her feel so bad that she wanted to throw up. It always reminded her of the experience last night.
She held the wall and walked into the bathroom, opened the sprinkler. The warm current overflowed. She raised her delicate face, numbly scrubbed her body.
This was an extremely luxurious bathroom, which all washing equipments were gold, showing the grand luxury. The golden sprinkler sprinkled water, and the water was like a crystal diamond under the light. The big mirror was inlaid with gold and gems.
Thera saw herself in the mirror, disheveled hair, flushed cheeks and her long and beautiful neck as a swan.
It was just that the dense red marks on the skin were very eye-obstructing.
The steam was heavy...
"If I knew who he was, I would have made him pay a terrible price!" Hatred flashed in her eyes. At this moment, someone opened the door and came in.
Thera was immediately on guard and pulled the towel around her body. In the bedroom, a female servant was making the bed: "Are you awake? I have put your change on the sofa. "
Thera glanced at the clothes on the sofa. Brand new clothes, with a striking Chanel logo on it.
"Who told you to send these clothes?"
The servant turned back and said:"Of course, it was the young master's command."
"Master?"
"Yes, you won't forget, have you?"
Of course she didn't forget, but last night her consciousness was vague. All she remembered was the man's great beauty and majesty! She could not remember his features, and thought she had a dream! She didn't think it was true. It was so terrible.
"Who is your young master and where is he now?"
"Our young master is Cyril..."
It seemed that it was a very difficult name to call out, and the servant paused for a moment and said his name in awe "Norman."
"Norman?"
She wondered if she had heard wrong, the billionaire's son?
"The Cyril of the Norman Group?"
"Who dares to take that name besides our young master?" The affection on the servant's face was self-evident.
Thera looked confused. How could she had intersected with him? "You don't really forget who our young master is, do you?" She rubbed her head. "Why am I here?" "In this surrogacy contest, all your indicators are the most in line with the requirements, so... You're a selected surrogate. "
The servant looked a little embarrassed. "Of course, you have to carry out your mission and continue it for the descendants of the Norman family."
A few months ago, Norman Group held a competition to find out a girl who was the best that suited to give birth to babies for the Norman family.
As soon as this event came out, there was an uproar! The Norman family was the world's richest family and Cyril was only 25 years. How could he allow marriage to bind himself?
It was said that he disdained to marry other rich girls and did not consider marriage until his age of 35.