Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 840

Chapter 840: Maya’s Day-Dreams, Cazzie’s Games

"You totally did! Last Week! When your mom was on the phone with him and you were pretending not to listen but you TOTALLY were!"

Maya lunged.

Her small body tackled Cazzie back to the carpet, hands clamping over the blue-haired menace’s mouth. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—"

"Mmph mmph mmph!" Cazzie’s muffled voice somehow still conveyed absolute, unfiltered delight.

Isabella raised an eyebrow, wine glass pausing halfway to her lips. "What’s this about?"

Maya made a sound like a dying animal. "Nothing! Nothing nothing nothing—"

Cazzie licked her palm.

"EW!" Maya recoiled, wiping her hand frantically on her sweater—fabric pulling tight across her breasts with the motion, nipples faintly visible through the thin cashmere. "That’s disgusting!"

"That’s what you get for trying to silence me! Hihihi!" Cazzie bounced upright, ponytails swinging, grin approximately ten times too wide for her face. "She always wanted to meet your boyfriend, Ms. Isabella! The one you were always talking to before she met him! She’d been DYING then to meet him but she’d been too embarrassed to ask!"

"CAZZIE!"

"What? It’s TRUE! You said—and I quote—’I bet he smells really good.’ And THEN you said ’I wonder if he’d pat my head if I asked nicely.’ Then after you met him—oh this is my favorite—you said ’Mom’s so lucky, I’d let him—’"

Maya’s entire body became a projectile.

She tackled Cazzie again—this time with both hands clamped firmly over her mouth and her arms pinning the smaller girl’s body to the carpet.

Thighs straddling Cazzie’s hips, breasts pressing down against blue-haired chaos in a way that was equal parts innocent wrestling and accidental foreplay. "IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN!"

"MMPH MMPH HIHIHI MMPH!"

Isabella set down her wine glass with deliberate slowness. Leaned forward. Let her smile turn sharp and playful in ways her daughter had definitely inherited—dangerous, teasing, the kind of smile that said she could ruin lives and make it look elegant.

"So, Cazzie..." She let the name hang in the air, savoring the way Maya’s face somehow went even redder—impressive, considering she already looked like a boiled lobster. "What exactly would Maya let him do?"

"MOM!"

"What? I’m curious." Isabella’s eyes sparkled—dark amusement and something warmer underneath. "You’ve clearly been thinking about him quite a bit since you ment and talked to him. I’d love to know what conclusions you’ve reached."

Maya made a sound that wasn’t quite human. Her hands were still clamped over Cazzie’s mouth, but her friend’s eyes were dancing with mischief above her fingers—pure, unfiltered glee.

"I haven’t—I didn’t—it’s not like—" Maya sputtered, voice cracking. "He’s YOUR boyfriend! I don’t think about him! I don’t think about ANYONE! I just—talk to him when he’s here—I—just CURIOUS about what kind of person he is and—"

"Mmph mmph tall mmph mmph shoulders mmph!"

"CAZZIE!"

The blue-haired gremlin had somehow managed to make words through Maya’s fingers. She was vibrating with suppressed laughter, her whole tiny body shaking under Maya’s weight.

"She asked me if I thought he worked out!" Cazzie announced the moment Maya’s grip slipped even a fraction. "And if men who run businesses have such nice hands! And whether your bedroom is soundproofed because she can’t hear anything from her room and she’s VERY curious about—"

"THAT’S IT!"

Maya scrambled to her feet, face buried in her hands, and fled.

Actually fled. Ran from the living room like her life depended on it—oversized sweater flapping, auburn hair escaping in wild strands, making sounds of pure mortification that would probably be audible from the lobby fifteen floors below.

"Maya-Maya ran away! Hihihi! She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed! Like a little tomato with legs!"

"Hihihi! Hihihihihi! She’s so CUTE when she’s embarrassed! Did you see her face? She turned SO red! Like a little tomato! A cute little Maya-tomato! Hihihi!"

Cazzie’s giggles tapered off. She sat up slowly, lollipop magically reappearing between her lips—where the hell did she even keep those things?—and for just a heartbeat, something shifted.

Her posture changed. Subtle but unmistakable. The chaotic bouncing stilled. Shoulders squared just enough. The manic sparkle in her blue eyes dimmed to something sharper, more focused. Her gaze swept the room in a quick, practiced arc—security camera tucked in the corner ceiling, emergency exit behind the kitchen island, furniture layout that could provide cover or improvised weapons, windows and their sightlines to the balcony and beyond.

"Maya-Maya’s my best friend! Of course I’m good to her! Hihihi!" She bounced to her feet, ponytails swinging, already heading toward the hallway Maya had fled down. "I’m gonna go make sure she’s not dying! She does that sometimes when she day-dreams about your boyfriend’s body! Just turns red and forgets how to breathe! I have to poke her until she remembers lungs exist! Hihihi!"

She skipped away—actually skipped, tiny boots thumping the hardwood in gleeful rhythm—but as she reached the hallway entrance, she paused.

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