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

Zoey was the largest intelligence broker in Oceanfront City in the past. She had a pair of sneaky eyes, which made her a smarter woman at any time!


Ronan's dazzling eyes looked over Ronan's face inch by inch, which caused him to tremble. His fingers were unable to hold his chopsticks.


Being stared at by a woman, Ronan showed adequate respect to Zoey if he did not cry on the spot.


Perhaps Zoey did not understand anything, he reluctantly snorted and lowered his head.


"Have you seen enough? Finish your meal. Ronan, eat too. Don't cry," Hester raised her eyebrows.


Ronan didn't dare to cry. He could only have his meal with the grievance.


Zoey took a bite of the food and suddenly asked, "Hester, what is Mr. White busy with? Will he appear in the restaurant to catch a playboy?"


Ronan, who acted like a "playboy", looked up and blinked his eyes.


Hester used her chopsticks to point at the dishes in front of Ronan, "It's none of your business. Let's eat."


Make a Fuss in the White Consortium