CHAPTER EIGHT: ROBBER?

After the delicious dinner with her grandfather-in-law, she directly headed home hoping for a peaceful night.

She arrived home a little bit late and by chance met with Kwang Kanchana by the gate peeping through the through the gates.

"What are you peeping at? Do you suddenly want to become a robber?" Gun Chatmanee asked as she approached Kwang Kanchana.

The young lady turned around startled by Gun Chatmanee, she glanced at her before she spoke a word.

"I become a robber? Please be more sensible Miss Benz Narong." Kwang Kanchana replied.

"You are planning to steal another woman's spouse, is that not being a robber? Or is it being a mistress?" Gun Chatmanee replied.

Gun Chatmanee was in a black strapless asymmetrical dress which had short trumpet sleeves with pussy bows on them.

"Wow! Are you coming from a date?" Kwang Kanchana asked as she admired Gun Chatmanee's dress.

"Huh? Let me leave losers to be losers." Gun Chatmanee replied.

She opened the gateway then got into the Benz mansion.

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As soon as she arrived she first sat down to eat dinner before she went out.

Gun Chatmanee ran into her bedroom.

Without switching on the lights she walked towards her balcony.

She felt unhappy for a certain reason that she was not aware of.

She stepped out on to the balcony. The night was glorious and still.

The full moon and a splendid galaxy of stars made the sky look transcendently bright and beautiful.

Suddenly, she saw a shadow figure, down below.

A young lady was down there, walking accompanied by another man just beneath the balcony.

Gun Chatmanee leaned over the chiffon curtains and peered closer.

The young lady looked up at Gun Chatmanee.

As the moonlight revealed her more plainly Gun Chatmanee recognised the pale, beautiful, camomile pink lipstick on her lips which was Kwang Kanchana favourite colour.

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The morning was just as casual as any other morning.

Gun Chatmanee stood in the shadows by her bedroom window, her back to the room.

From her vantage position on the third floor of the mansion where thier mansion was located, she had a bird's eye view of the sprawling neighbourhood.

Down on the vast empty roads she could spot cars racing.

Gun Chatmanee walked to the parking area where she got into a rolls-Royce Phantom and the chauffeur drove her to the Benz group.

"Benz Narong , ah... don't..."

"Aren't you enjoying this? Do you want me to stop or just continue?" Benz Narong teased.

"Oh Benz Narong , you are such a naughty boy..."

Gun Chatmanee stood at the door of Benz's International Group's office and heard the ambiguous and flirtatious voices of her husband Benz Narong and another woman who she guessed was Kwang Kanchana.