Freddie's mom was just as stunning as Yohan remembered, looking like she hadn't aged a single day.
The black, form-fitting gown clung to her curves, its low cut leaving her full breasts daringly close to spilling out.
"Your… woman?" She repeated after him.
"Yeah. Vivian, you should say hi to Mrs Emily Micheal, she's the owner of this hotel," he said casually.
Vivian was just as shocked at how Yohan introduced her, but composed herself pretending that it was normal.
"Hello," she said with a small smile,
She was even more surprised when the woman came into full view—splendid in every detail, like wealth itself had taken human form. The necklace she wore around her neck, her few bracelets, earrings and shoes, everything was looking very expensive.
'How did Yohan get to know such a person?' she wondered.
Emily was also wondering the same thing but for a different reason, the woman has a very good body and a pretty face but one thing was clear she was far older than Yohan.
