"What massage?" Emma asked.
"Mr. Sterling has instructed us to offer you a relaxing body massage to prevent soreness from exercise. We'll also conduct a full-body check-up to tailor a wellness plan specifically for you."
Surrounded by a star-like entourage, Emma was quickly enveloped in various VIP-level services before she could react.
This level of luxury, typical of Damien Sterling's capitalist class, was not what Emma preferred.
If pregnancy required such arrangements as Damien had made, then many women would struggle to conceive under such standards.
After the massage session the previous night, Mrs. Harris brought Emma a glass of juice, saying, "Miss Emma, Mr. Sterling has instructed that if you need any service at all, they can come to your door."
"But I really don't need it..." Emma sighed, turning her head away. She truly couldn't bear such supreme services.
