Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs 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 nace’s mouth. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—"

"Mmph mmph mmph!" Cazzie’s muffled voice sohow 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 cashre. "That’s disgusting!"

"That’s what you get for trying to silence ! Hihihi!" Cazzie bounced upright, ponytails swinging, grin approximately ten tis too wide for her face. "She always wanted to et your boyfriend, Ms. Isabella! The one you were always talking to before she t him! She’d been DYING then to et him but she’d been too embarrassed to ask!"

"CAZZIE!"

"What? It’s TRUE! You said—and I quote—’I bet he slls really good.’ And THEN you said ’I wonder if he’d pat my head if I asked nicely.’ Then after you t him—oh this is my favorite—you said ’Mom’s so lucky, I’d let him—’"

Maya’s entire body beca a projectile.

She tackled Cazzie again—this ti 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 na hang in the air, savoring the way Maya’s face sohow 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 amusent and sothing warr underneath. "You’ve clearly been thinking about him quite a bit since you nt 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 sohow 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 if I thought he worked out!" Cazzie announced the mont Maya’s grip slipped even a fraction. "And if n 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.

Cazzie rolled onto her back on the carpet, clutching her stomach, cackling so hard tears stread down her cheeks.

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

Isabella watched her daughter disappear down the hallway, then turned back to the blue-haired nace still laughing on the floor.

A door slamd sowhere in the penthouse.

Silence crashed down like soone had hit mute on the universe.

Then Cazzie’s giggles erupted—bright, unstoppable, filling the room like glitter in a wind tunnel.

"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!"

Isabella retrieved her wine glass from the side table. Took a long, asured sip—letting the rlot roll over her tongue while she studied the small blue-haired gremlin sprawled on the carpet.

"You’re good for her," she said simply.

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, sothing shifted.

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

The assessnt took less than two seconds.

Then the mask snapped back into place like cheap elastic, and she was all sunshine and sugar-rush chaos again.

"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 sotis when she day-dreams about your boyfriend’s body! Just turns red and forgets how to breathe! I have to poke her until she rembers 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.

Looked back at Isabella.

Then to the cara.

And for just a heartbeat, her smile wasn’t quite a smile. It was sothing else. Sothing that acknowledged a ga being played on levels Isabella couldn’t fully see. Sothing that said I know you see seeing you.

"Your boyfriend sounds really nice, Ms. Isabella," she said, voice light and lilting but eyes suddenly sharp as broken glass. "I hope I get to et him soday too. Hihihi!"

Then she was gone—skipping down the hallway, voice echoing back in singsong delight: "Maya-Maya~! Open the door! I promise I won’t tell your mom the OTHER things you said! ...Okay maybe just the funny ones! Hihihi!"

Maya’s muffled shriek of pure mortification followed—high, wordless, the sound of a girl who’d just realized her entire soul had been sold for lollipop bribes.

Isabella swirled her wine slowly.

Watched the light play through the deep red liquid like blood in a glass.

Her daughter’s laughter echoing from down the hall—embarrassed laughter, protesting laughter, but laughter nonetheless.

Maya had a friend.

A real friend.

The kind who made her blush like a virgin at a strip club and scream like the world was ending because soone knew her secrets.

That was all that mattered.

...Right?