A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1840 - 429: Warmth, Respect, and Lingering Survival

A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1840 - 429: Warmth, Respect, and Lingering Survival

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Chapter 1840: Chapter 429: Warmth, Respect, and Lingering Survival

The girl who was called froze for a moment, but under Butler Ziyu’s stern gaze, she immediately lowered her head respectfully, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Alright, you two can go now." Butler Ziyu waved his hand.

The two lowered their heads, taking small steps, and left without making a sound. π™›π“»π’†π’†π’˜π™šπ“«π™£π™€π’—π™šπ“΅.π™˜π™€π™’

Butler Ziyu squinted at their departing backs, then turned to look at the man standing behind him, "The master wants to see you, follow me."

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The two stood in the corner with heads lowered, eyes not straying, cautious and careful.

The night here was breathtakingly beautiful, everything seemed so dreamlike, as if one was in a fairy tale world.

The huge crystal chandelier overhead reflected brilliant and dazzling light, making the entire room as bright as daytime.

Yun Ya stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the ebb and flow outside, listening to the sound of the tides, the lights like shining stars in the night sky.

The clear mirror surface reflected Yun Ya’s expressionless face, arms crossed, serene and cold.

Yun Ya took out her phone, there was no signal, no network, and the call wouldn’t go through. She casually tossed the phone onto the sofa, then turned to look at the two quiet, almost nonexistent presence of the girls in the corner.

One slightly chubby and somewhat dark-skinned girl seemed to shrink back, she was precisely the maid later called by Butler Ziyu to serve Yun Ya.

The other delicate girl was calm and composed.

Yun Ya walked over to them, squinting at one of the girls.

β€”β€”What’s your name?

Yun Ya signed.

The dark-skinned girl pressed her lips together, quickly glanced at Yun Ya, then quickly lowered her head, a trace of curiosity in her bewildered eyes.

The delicate girl smiled at Yun Ya, her eyes clear, her smile gentle, making Yun Ya pause.

This girl’s smile reminded her of Aunt Die.

Such clear and gentle eyes, like Jiangnan in April, immersed in the poetic tenderness of misty rain.

"Let’s call you Xiao Nan!" Yun Ya said lightly.

The delicate girl clearly paused, her eyes instantly bursting with surprise, catching glimpses of tears.

The servants here all have no names, no matter what identity or name you had before, here, everything becomes a past.

Having their tongues cut out and enduring countless trials and hardships just to work here, every servant entering has no name, they are like robots, stripped of their rights, even less than a dog.

Having a name of her own was an unimaginable thing for her, yet at this moment, in front of this girl, she felt alive, in her eyes, she saw warmth and respect.

Suddenly, with a "thud," she knelt on the ground, respectfully bowing her head to the ground.

Yun Ya bent down to help her up, saying lightly, "Where are you from?"

The dark-skinned girl’s gaze suddenly dimmed.

Xiao Nan turned to glance at a certain direction on the ceiling, Yun Ya followed her gaze, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Surveillance!

Later Yun Ya learned that these girls all came from death row inmates in prisons from various countries. Compared to death, they’d rather live, even if it meant only barely surviving!

So even if their tongues were cut out, making them slaves without human rights, they had no complaints.

The ability to extend their reach into prisons of various countries, truly impressive skills, Yun Ya sneered.

"From today onwards, you’ll be called Ah Hua."

Ah Hua grinned widely.

β€”β€”Thank you, Miss!

She mouthed wordlessly.

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