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

Hester endured this strange fragrance. A moment later, a young man walked up to the stage and bowed to the audience with a face full of smiles, "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. We'll give you the final show of our club today. The rules are still the same. The high bidder wins. All the expenses will be paid in one go on the membership card. Now, let the show begin!"


With a snap of his fingers, seven tall and beautiful men walked up from the backstage one by one.


They all had a number plate on their waists. The young and beautiful bodies were dazzling under the light. Any one of them could make countless women gasp in surprise, let alone there were seven.


Hester widened her eyes in surprise. It was not easy to gather so many beautiful men together.


When the ladies below the stage saw these handsome men, they were all excited. They came here to have a taste of lovely men. All of them grew impatient.


Thrust of Frustration