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Marco glanced at Kristi from the rearview mirror and said truthfully, "The president said you don't have to work in the club for some time and take a good rest in the villa." Although the answer has been guessed long ago, Kristi closed her eyes in despair when Marco said it. When she returned to the villa, Kristi discovered that Ray was at home. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing a white shirt, sleeves pulled to the elbow, the two buttons on his chest were slightly open. He held a magazine and looked down, and when he noticed that someone came in, he lifted his head. Kristi's eyes slammed into his eyes so unpreparedly. "Miss Zuniga, your room has been packed. Let me take you up." Marco's voice rang behind her, and Kristi w