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

Hester kept comforting herself over and over again. This was the first time that she felt that she had entered a dead end. She had no idea how to deal with it. She was so annoyed that she almost wanted to take revenge on the public!


Hester was a police officer, so she wouldn't really take revenge on the public, but--


"How long are you staying with me?" Zoey stirred the tofu in the pot, glaring at her.


Hester played dead on the table of the stall, staring blankly at the air.


Someone shouted in the crowded stall, "Excuse me, give me two more pieces and put in more chili sauce!"


"Wait for a second." Zoey served the customers and kicked Hester's stool. "Don't play dead. Get up and help!"


Being kicked off the stool, Hester found a plate in a daze, filling it with some sauce that she didn't even know what it was, handed it to someone at random, and turned around to do something else.


Anti-Vice Was a Good Job