Chapter 791
Tracey slept for a day and a night. She felt like a drifting boat on the sea. When she stirred, she
found herself in avish room.
"Tracey?" Mira called her. She''d been by her side all the time. Different people might react to FT2
differently. Charli had just slept for only one hour back then.
It was rare that Tracey had slept so long, probably because of pregnancy.
"Who is Tracey? Who are you?" Tracey propped her head with her hand and felt dizzy. She also felt
like vomiting.
"Someone will tell you everythingter. You need to eat first. The babies must be famished," Mira
said, holding Tracey by her arms.
"Babies? I''m pregnant?" She looked at her bulging belly bemusedly. She''d always in a good shape.
"Yes, you''re pregnant with twins," Mira said.
"Why do I not recall a thing?" Tracey asked.
"Don''t worry. You''ll know everything you need to knowter. Now get up slowly. You may feel dizzy,
which is perfectly normal."
Mira helped her get off bed and led her to the dining room.
There was a huge chandelier above them.
Everything was extremely luxurious.
On the embroidered cloth was exquisite tableware.
Assorted dishes were served in a sumptuous way.
She even got a waiter by her side cing food in her bowl.
"Isn''t it too much?" Tracey turned to look at Mira.
"No. Food is served ording to the protocols," Mira exined dutifully.
"But if I can''t finish it all by myself. It''s a waste."
"Nothing required by the protocol is a waste, miss. If you insist on calling it a waste, I''m d it''s
affordable, so, don''t worry about that."
Tracey frowned.
"Wealth isn''t an excuse for wasting. Make it a tenth of what is served today." Tracey lost her
memory but she was born to give orders.
"As you say, miss."
After breakfast, Tracey was taken to the cloakroom to change.
Clothes of all seasons and all styles were hanging on the racks. There was also a long table with a
ss surface for essories and a tall wooden shelf for various perfumes.
"If you don''t find anything you like here, tell Cami to buy the brands you prefer."
"This is Cami. She''s your personal secretary responsible for your life and work."
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"Besides her, you also get four assistant secretaries. All of them are at your service." Mira gestured
at the woman behind them.
The woman in uniform came forward and said politely, "Miss, I''m Cami. I''m versed in eight
languages and I''m also good at fencing and kickboxing. Tell me if you need anything."
Tracey nced at her with approving eyes and said, "I see."
"Help Miss. Tracey to get dressed for the family meeting," Mira ordered.
"Okay," Cami said subserviently.
She had mesmerized every line of Tracey''s health report so she chose a soft andfortable
sweater with a pair of loafers given Tracey''s pregnancy.
"Miss, how do you like it?" She showed her the clothes and shoes.
"Not bad. I''ll go change," Tracey nodded and then left.
Cami then called the makeup artist in.
"Miss, she''ll help with your makeup and hair," She said after Tracey came out.
Tracey sat down and asked concernedly, "I am pregnant. Are you sure these cosmetics are safe for
me?"
"All cosmetics here are specially tailored to pregnant women. You can also choose to skip the
makeup if you''d like to," Cami said tenderly.
"Then just do my hair." It was just a family meeting. Tracey didn''t see the point of preening herself.
Actually, she didn''t need makeup on her wless face.
She already looked decorous enough when her hair coiled.
"Miss, Ramiro is waiting for you in the study. He''ll tell you everything," Cami checked the time and
said, "You get two hours and we''ll set off at eleven."
"Fine." Tracey liked the way Cami made things methodical.
She could be of great help to Tracey in the future.