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

"Are you awake?" Sitting on a chair, Bette looked at Dave with a smile.


The sight of Bette reminded Dave of what had happened.


Back at noon, Dave was waiting for Hester for his lunch. Suddenly, someone caught Dave from his back, and then there came a pungent smell.


"You kidnapped me." Dave was calm though he was at a disadvantage.


Bette was satisfied with his reaction. With a gentle and graceful smile on her face, Bette said, "I invited you here. Your name is Dave, isn’t it? I like you."


"However, I hate you." Dave sat up, and the steel chain on his wrists moved at the same time.


Dave didn’t observe his surroundings till now.


This house must be on a remote beach because Dave could hear the sound of the waves and smell the seawater. The decoration of this house was exquisite, and the bed Dave was sitting on was of high quality. The steel chains on both his hands and ankles limited the movement of Dave.


Wait for Me, Dave