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

With no other choice, Hester could only tell the maid, "I know what Glen is thinking. Please go back and tell him that no matter what he does, I won't be with Ronan. Let him give up. As for Ronan..."


Looking at his silly and adorable appearance, Hester hardened her heart, "As for Ronan, if he appears in the police station for no reason, I can only count him as obstructing public law enforcement."


"Obstructing... the law..." Ronan was dumbfounded and did not understand. He blinked at Hester.


"That's it. Thank you for the flowers. I'll treat you to this juice." Hester picked up the menu and went to pay.


"He... Hess!" Ronan watched Hester go to pay the bill, leaving without looking back, he immediately stood up to chase after her.


"Mr. Cooper, don't go." The maid stopped him and said meaningfully, "There's no need to hurry. Mr. Cooper, let's take our time."


Jealous, Farley