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Vanessa shoots a vicious look at Andrea, and then looks up admiringly at Lance. “Mr. Hamilton, I’m Vanessa. I was lucky enough to visit your beautiful home recently, but I don’t know if you still remember me.” Vanessa lies on the carpet, propping herself up with one hand. If Lance looks at her, he’ll see all of her curves displayed to their best advantage. “Sorry,” Lance says without a single glance toward the seductive woman. He tosses the wet towel to Robert, and smooths Andrea’s messy hair. “We’ve brought her back home,” he talks to Andrea as if she’s the only one in the room, “Shall we leave now?” Upon hearing that Lance plans to leave, Anthony begins to panic. “Mr. Hamilton, are you leaving so soon?” he asks worriedly. Anthony has been looking forward to Lance’s arrival. Ever s