In the Zamora Main Mansion, by the huge pool.
The housemaid stood by the side and held a glass of iced cold water to him. George Zamora received it and took two sips as he looked at his cell phone screen. He then placed it on the table.
The housemaid then handed him a peeled grape. “Young Master.”
George looked up and waved her off. “Leave these here. I don’t need anyone to serve me, leave for now.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
He’d just showered and had a white towel wrapped around him as he lay on the deck chair by the pool. Revealing his toned chest and arms. He was rather fair, and looked rather like a vampire under the sunlight.
Unlike most rich second-generation heirs who looked weak and had a lack of exercise, he was pretty well-built.
Before the housemaid left, she stole a gl
