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 front desk clerk was flustered, and Jason could not help but frown, "What are you panicking for? It's not Mrs. White's first visit."


"Not the same!" The front desk clerk thought about Zoey's expression and said worriedly, "There is also a beauty by Mrs. White's side, that beauty is on fire!"


Before Jason could figure it out, the door of the elevator was opened.


Zoey's red lips looked enchanting and she was heavily made up. Her anger almost made people suspect that she would blow up the building of the White Consortium.


Jason had seen a lot. Even if Zoey was carrying explosives on her back, he would be unfazed, "Mrs. White."


Zoey snorted, "Well, you still call her Mrs. White. It seems that Farley is not going to abandon you."


Jason felt strange. Farley doted on Hester so much that he would never give her up.


Feel Wronged