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

"Okay, let me put it this way. You have ten. You only need one to live well and comfortably. What are you going to do with the remaining nine?"


"One is used to ensure my basic life, use another two as reserve funds and emergency funds. The remaining seven are all used for investment." He replied like this.


"Have you ever thought that other than your own piece for life and the other two for funds, you can take out the remaining seven to help the people in need?"


Hester smiled, "Do you know how many people in this world can't even eat their fill? Every day, someone starved to death and died of illness. They are the ones in need."


"Why should I give them my money?" Dave frowned.


This was not economic. Money was for investment and reinvestment. This was what he learned.


Mother and Son