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

"Then do you eat?" Farley asked calmly.


"Of course!" Hester said with certainty.


Farley shook the broccoli in his hand and said indifferently, "Come to help me, or you can't have anything."


Hester turned her eyes from Farley's pretty yet cold face to the broccoli in his hand and gritted her teeth. She had no way but to do as he said.


Hester squatted and began to tear the broccoli apart and steep in the water. Thanks to her hard work, there were more and more small pieces of it floating on the water.


Obviously, Farley had cooked before. Although he was tall, he looked nimble in the kitchen. With a knife in one hand, he cut food neatly.


Hester couldn't help but feel disappointed. She had thought that Farley, who had high social status, could not cook. However, she was wrong. Furthermore, he was good at it!


As we all knew, men of perfection were envied.


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