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

Scolded by Dave, Bette's face turned even paler. If it was Kina, she would have already been angry.


Bette had never been an impulsive person. Being mocked by Hester and Dave, all she did was narrow her eyes and sit beside Hester.


There were only ten chairs on the stage. The ones in the middle were five and six. Hester was sitting on the fifth while Bette was sitting on the sixth.


Hester never liked to show off. Sitting on the stage and being watched by others, she felt so uneasy. If Dave didn't press her down here, she would rather sit down with the audience.


But Bette didn't think so. She believed she had the proper right to sit here. Hester was nobody but an ordinary police officer. If Hester hadn't slept with Farley, how could she be sitting together with her!


Therefore, Hester was thinking about how to get down. And Bette was thinking about how to get Hester down.


They had the same goal, but one was to take the initiative and the other was passive.


Your Breasts are So Small!