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

"The White Consortium under the White Capital does have investments in Makarow Island, including this bank. Everyone who works in finance, especially in the bank, knows that confidentiality is the priority. Even if it is Bette, I can't give her receipt to you." Farley didn't dote on his wife at all and bluntly exposed the thought of Hester wanting to take shortcuts.


Hester lay in Farley's arms in disappointment, pouting and not speaking.


Every walk of life had its rules. Hester knew it.


If Hester didn't take shortcuts, it would be another time-consuming project to find out how Bette did money-laundering in the past years.


Farley took the documents from Hester's hands and put them down. He picked her up and walked upstairs. As he walked, he said, "If you beg me, maybe I will help you."


Hester let him hug her lazily and said in a bad mood, "I won't beg you. I understand the rules. If you want to investigate someone's affairs through me, a police officer, I won't help you neither."


Farley's Help