CHAPTER 809: CHAPTER 809: TELL HER TO COME OVER

In the room, Julian Rathborne, fresh from a shower, wore a black silk nightgown, his short hair still misted with water, exuding an air of nobility and extraordinary presence.

He used a towel to wipe the water droplets from his short hair, then got into bed, but quickly realized something was wrong when he reached into the covers and touched a person.

Who?

In Julian Rathborne’s alluring eyes, a sharp coldness immediately surged. He got out of bed and yanked off the covers.

Underneath the covers was a very young girl, dressed in a sexy camisole, with a pretty face, a curvaceous figure, and fair skin. Any man finding such a beauty hidden in his bed would consider it a big surprise, impossible to refuse.

But Julian Rathborne’s handsome face instantly turned grim. He looked down at her imposingly, "Who are you, and who let you in?"

"Mr. Rathborne, don’t be angry. It was Old Mrs. Rathborne who let me in."

Old Mrs. Rathborne?

Julian Rathborne wasn’t surprised at all. Who else would dare to secretly stash a woman in his bed but her?

The girl looked at Julian Rathborne, her cheeks flushed red. She squirmed slightly on the bed, striking a seductive pose, and pouted pitifully at Julian Rathborne, coyly saying, "Mr. Rathborne, Old Mrs. Rathborne let me in... to come in..."

The girl seemed embarrassed to speak and bit her red lip, "Old Mrs. Rathborne let me come in... to serve you. I... I am willing..."

This girl was quite young, knowing that men usually can’t resist her kind of coy shyness, especially men in their forties who favor the youthful charms of young girls.

However, Julian Rathborne wasn’t swayed. He pressed his thin lips together and said coldly, "Get out of my room!"

"..."

What?

The girl was stunned.

Julian Rathborne had no patience. He reached out, grabbed the girl, pulled her off the bed, opened the door, and threw her out.

The girl, still wearing her skimpy and sexy nightgown, screamed and covered herself as she was thrown out.

At this moment, Old Mrs. Rathborne came upon the scene, "Julian, what happened?"

Julian Rathborne glanced at Old Mrs. Rathborne, "Mom, you should be more aware of this than anyone else."

"..." Old Mrs. Rathborne took a breath and then pointed at the girl, "You... who are you, such audacity to try something like this on my son. My son has always been upright and principled. Someone, where is the butler, get her out of here immediately!"

Butler Felix quickly arrived and, without a word, took the girl away. It was obvious this wasn’t his first time doing this, quite practiced indeed.

Old Mrs. Rathborne approached Julian Rathborne with a nervous laugh, "Son, don’t be angry. I’ve already chased that girl away for you."

With that, Old Mrs. Rathborne adjusted her clothing and whispered, "It’s fine, son. Tell me honestly, are you not interested in this type of girl? Just let me know what you like, and I’ll handle it for you. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied, alright?"

Julian Rathborne shot Old Mrs. Rathborne a cold glance.

Old Mrs. Rathborne looked as though she’d suffered a harsh blow, clutching her chest painfully, her eyes wide with shock, "Son, you... you aren’t... unable, are you?"

Three black lines appeared on Julian Rathborne’s forehead, "..."

Women, such a nuisance!

He turned to enter the room.

"Wow!" At this moment, Old Mrs. Rathborne began to cry, lamenting bitterly, "What have I done to deserve this, giving birth to such a son... Where is my daughter-in-law, please come quickly, I’ve been waiting in such agony... I’m afraid I won’t see you before I die, oh my beloved daughter-in-law..."

Beryl immediately supported Old Mrs. Rathborne, "Sir, look at how you’ve upset Old Mrs. Rathborne. Her health is poor lately, the doctor said she shouldn’t be agitated, yet here you are upsetting her."

Watching the duo’s theatrical performance, Julian Rathborne, "..."

As Julian Rathborne’s headache grew, a melodious ringtone suddenly started playing. It was a phone call.

Julian Rathborne picked up the phone, and upon seeing the flashing name on the screen, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a faint smile of amusement appeared at the corner of his lips.

Old Mrs. Rathborne was a sharp woman. Crying while stealthily watching Julian Rathborne, upon seeing that mischievous smile at the corner of Julian’s lips, her heart skipped a beat—there was hope!

Instantly, Old Mrs. Rathborne ceased her tears.

Julian Rathborne answered the call without speaking, and soon Seraphina Linden’s voice came through, "Hey, Mr. Rathborne, can you return that martial arts manual to me?"

She’d been wanting that martial arts manual. Julian Rathborne brought it back but hadn’t opened it to see what was inside that drew her so much.

Julian Rathborne curled his lips, his voice low and magnetic, "Sure, come over to get it."

"Really? Where are you now?"

Julian Rathborne directly gave the address of the Rathborne family’s mansion and then hung up. At that moment, he realized the earlier noisy scene had somehow quieted down. Old Mrs. Rathborne, Beryl, and Butler Felix were all intently watching him.

Julian Rathborne pressed his thin lips together.

"Waa-" Old Mrs. Rathborne realized, sniffled a few more times, then shuffled over to Julian Rathborne and nudged him, "Son, I have a headache, such a bad headache."

Julian Rathborne replied humorously, "Mom, you should go back to your room to rest. Just as well, your daughter-in-law is about to arrive, and you won’t get to meet her this time."

Heavens!

Old Mrs. Rathborne’s jaw dropped open, she immediately stood tall, "Headache? Who said I have a headache? I’m as fit as a fiddle!"

Saying that, Old Mrs. Rathborne grabbed Julian Rathborne’s sleeve, "Son, you’re not joking, are you? Is my daughter-in-law really coming over? What kind of girl is she?"

Julian Rathborne, "You’ll see for yourself soon enough."

"You, being all mysterious, as always, never let me down. Truly my son!"

Julian Rathborne, "..."

"This is making me quite nervous, meeting my daughter-in-law for the first time. I have to dress up, make myself presentable. Beryl, come help me do my hair and change my clothes."

"Alright, Old Mrs. Rathborne."

Old Mrs. Rathborne happily returned to her room with Beryl to prepare.

Butler Felix remained, and Julian Rathborne glanced at him.

Butler Felix shook his sore arm. Over the years, he’d thrown out hundreds, if not thousands, of girls, but this time he was finally free.

Butler Felix raised his hand, giving Julian Rathborne a thumbs up.