He was the successor of a mysterious European family and the president of a transnational financial conglomerate. Although a bachelor for years, he had a 6-year-old son.
She was the head of the Criminal Investigation Department of the North District Police Station, a dumb violent police officer.
When they first met, she thought he was a mobster. Not only did she crash into his expensive sports car, but even bit him.
He calmly raised his slender fingers with teeth marks and said, "Hester, do you think you can get away after biting me? I want money, or this isn't over."
She buckled when she noticed the bite mark, asking sheepishly, "How much?"
"Let's see. 500,000." He smiled charmingly but was cooking up a plan. "Bucks!"
She only made 4, 500 a month. Bursting into tears, she said pitifully, "What if I can't afford it?"
The smile on his thin lips spread wider. "Then I guess you will make do. I am in need of a girlfriend, and my son a mother."
However, she didn't want to be a stepmother!
The spoiled brat countered, "I don't want that dumb woman to be my mommy! I only agreed to call her mother for Daddy's sake. It's not because I like her or anything!"

The Odyssey of a Woman from Mars

"Your dad doesn't pay me." Hester rolled her eyes and opened the car door. "Get in. I'll take you to school."


Dave looked at the tattered, blue-and-white police car with a cartoon police pattern on the door. He immediately took a step back and said, "No!"


He didn't want to sit in such an old and tattered car! It would be an insult to him.


"Why?" Hester looked at her car. This was a police car. If she hadn't crashed the bureau's cars all the time, her team leader wouldn't have specially assigned one for her. She couldn't believe this kid would despise her car! How ungrateful he was!


"Too ugly!" The boy hadn't stopped yet.


Hester really felt like hitting someone right now.


Dave didn't care what Hester thought. He held his head up arrogantly and continued, "And too..." "Dave," an indifferent and elegant voice rang out, and Farley walked out of the door.


The Difference Between the Poor and the Rich