Ashley nodded. Even though Darryl was not a competent bodyguard, he did manage to drive the masked man away from their house. She thought it was safer for her and her sister if Darryl could remain with them until their father arrived. Darryl had no choice but to smile and nod. "All right." Then, Darryl sat on the chair nearby, where he could blatantly ogle at the sisters. He thought they were quite attractive. In terms of looks and temperament, the elder sister, Ashley, was cold and sleek, whereas the younger sister, Tiffany, was petite and jovial. It was simply a feast for one's eyes, especially when the two sisters were in their pajamas. Darryl sat there as he admired and made comments about them discreetly. "My daughters!" Suddenly, they heard footsteps from the outside, followed by a thick voice. A middle-aged man pushed the door open; he looked very anxious. He wore a suit, and he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a squarish face. He was Robert Box, the pat
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