It was a gloomy day for her to go outside. She wanted a calm and peaceful place, and that would be in the Mansion. In the living room, the faint sound of the Alpha Ceiling fan worth 527.50 dollars was the only thing that she heard while reading the book two series of A Song of Ice and Fire: A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin, which is also known as Game of Thrones on HBO. Instead of going to the company to do whatnot that her father wanted her to do, she stayed in the house because of the gloomy day and wanted to enjoy it as she waited for the rain. That's how introvert she is but she's hoping that a bitch or two wouldn't mess with the silence. She's been sitting there for two hours, and a maid put her favorite tea since it's time for tea and a few snacks. She took the tea and sipped on it. Still hot, and it has been since the cold weather. Not until she heard footsteps and the voices of males. Probably not her brother, who is fooling around. "You are welcome to our house, Mr. Lawson. My son already told me about your arrival, searching for your bride personally. I have my youngest daughter here who is quite fond of you." Lawson? Her brow suddenly rose, and she ignored them and continued reading the last page of the book. Son? It is probably her other brother who is away from them and managing a business outside the country. Because the other son of the family is known as a black sheep and doesn't care about the family business. They all stopped probably when they saw her sitting on the comfortable sofa, and it was raining heavily outside. "That's my eldest daughter. Sweetheart." She closes the book stand and faces two men in suits, one is probably the assistant. She bowed her head and picked up her tablet, and left for the west wing toward her room. "That's my sweet only sister! Please forgive her, she's an introvert." A man in a shirt and army-style shorts said and smiled at two suits, who were called Mr. Lawson or Gabriel Lawson, one of the richest tycoons in the country. He also belongs to the top 50 richest men in the world. "Hi, Gabby." He said casually. Gabriel was surprised to finally meet Ethan's twin brother. They surely look alike, and the woman back then was one of his interests, who looks like a twin so much, but she's looking too feminine. "Then you must be Enzo." Gabriel extended his hand to the man, that much more like a college boy. "Yup!" Enzo shot his hand. "The black sheep of the family." "So, your sister…" "Daddy!" A woman at the age of like 23 or something acting so girly walks down stairs like a diva and greets her father sweetly and him with a flashing flirty smile. "Mr. Lawson." "This is my youngest dear, Marga." He reached his hand to her and she shook it in a very ladylike manner like. She's pretty, but no one ever captures his eyes. She might be a great trophy wife, but hdoesn't't need one like her. "Sweetheart, Mr. Gabriel Lawson and his assistant, Mr. Oliver Gonzales." She smiled at both of them so flashily. Ferdinand Alvarez gestured for them to sit, and Gabriel sat down on the spot where the woman from before sat. The sofa is still hot, and he smirked to himself. Finally found her. He uttered to himself and smiled at Enz, who shot him a sharp look. He probably knew his intentions. "Then, I should call out for snacks. What would you both like?" Enzo asked. "Tea, please." Mr. Gonzales was surprised by his boss's requests. "Any kind of tea? My sister is the only one who drank tea here." "Any tea?" Gabriel smiles. Coming down from stairs is the Mistress of the house. Second, Mrs. Alvarez. After Enzo's birthmother died, their father married Janine Lim a month later. She's been the long mistress, and Marga was her father's illegitimate child, but not long enough. Her hair is curled anshe d had called her stylist personally for this dinner courtship of Gabriel Lawson. "Mr. Lawson, Mr. Gonzales." Janine greeted them. "Mrs. Alvarez." Lawson greeted in a very businesslike manner. On the west wing of the mansion. In Sabrina's room. She stood in front of the glass door of her balcony, watching the heavy rain from the outside. She clenches her fist and chuckles to on her mind since she stopped talking for years. Damn it, I never expect that you'll be this rich, Mr. Lawson. She uttered in her mind. The man from before was the man she only slept with for a night, and she paid him 10,000 dollars. She wanted to laugh out loud after finding out. Well, he's here to marry Marga and not her, so she's probably safe from everything. She's sure that Marga knows a lot of techniques to please a man, and she does zero percent on pleasing a man. Pleasing a man wasn't part of her living. Shelivese her lives to please herself only. She took her book from the bed and put it on her shelves. She changed her casual home clothes into a sports bra and running shorts, and she went on the treadmill and started running with loud music. It was her gym that was just next to her room. Sometimes, her brother, but since Enzo likes running outside much and goes to the gym in the city to hook up, he rarely goes to her gym. She was breathing in and out as she ran faster, and her mind was like recapping her hot scene with Gabriel Lawson. One of the richest men in the world. She was drunk back then, a little drunk, and then asked for a man to rent, the man, whowasalsoll a little drunk, came u, whom she thought was a gigolo. She dragged him to her suite, and he didn't stop; instead, he became wild as well. She had managed to give him a condo, and the following scenes are very much erotic and censored, hanging her hair on her suit more than once. He spoke to her, but she never spoke back—because she was mute. When they both had fallen asleep, she woke up from a phone call, she took a quick shower and pulled 10,000 dollar bills, and left the suit. That happened in New York. Sherann was not too fast before and became slow until her heart caught it. She took the bottle from the treadmill cup handle and took a sip, then her music's volume was turned a little down, and Enzoleaneds on the double door. She only glanced at herself in the mirror in front of her. "Family dinner without Ethan. It will be settled in one and a half hours, dear Sabrina." She types something on the keyboard in front of her treadmill, and it shows on the big screen inside her gym with her comment. "Not hungry." She said. "Why? Because of our bitch step-mother and your sister?" "Not my sister." Her response was cold and short on the keyboard. He hands up. "Okay. I promise you, you are my only sister." She typed on the small keyboard in a fast way. "Flattered." Enzo laughs. "Get beautiful tonight. I think Mr. Lawson is into you." "Not interested." He laughed again. "Whatever, sister, I'll call Ethan to have quality time with us soon. Love you." He blew a kiss, and she caught it and threw it away. He laughed again and left.