REVENGE OF THE FORGOTTEN WIFE
But it was clean and neatly kept.
“Come in,” Roby said softly.
Inside, Camila was folding laundry.
“Roby?” She turned around, and her gaze shifted to Natasya. “Who is this?”
Roby took a deep breath. “Mom… this is Natasya, my boss. Natasya, this is my mother, Mrs. Camila.”
Natasya smiled politely. “Good evening, Mrs. Camila.”
Her elegance and refined manner immediately caught Camila’s attention.
“She’s so beautiful,” Camila murmured in awe. She never imagined Roby would bring his boss home.