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The aunt asked, "The pajamas in the bathroom and..."

Shen Jing's face flushed. "Throw them away."

The aunt nodded. Working as a nanny for wealthy families, she naturally recognized expensive brand logos. Those sleepwear items and personal articles were valuable, and although torn, she dared not discard them carelessly.

During dinner, Shen Jing watched the aunt in the staff area tidying up the tattered, seductive nightgown—washing it clean, drying it, folding it, and storing it in the utility room.

Tens of thousands? She had used Zhou Luchen's card at the time and didn't recall the exact amount. All she remembered was that he liked her to wear red, sexy, provocative sleepwear. He wanted her to be as obedient and compliant as a blank sheet of paper, yet he was obsessed with her myriad charms and allure.

"Auntie," her voice was both coy and hoarse, "had Mr. Zhou left when you arrived?"