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

After a while, Hester walked out of the locker room. She whispered nervously, "Farley."


Hester could only whisper his name Since Farley came here with her in secret.


Hester raised her head with her eyes lit up.


Hester looked sweet and delicate and was very suitable for these kinds of clothes.


She wore a white silk top with a blue skirt and a small knitted cloak. Under the hood of the cloak were two pearls that swayed in the wind.


She was already twenty-two years old. She was now more delicate and charming than Braelyn who was just acting innocent.


"Does it look good?" Hester asked nervously.


Farley smiled gently. He got up and walked to her side. "It looks good. Your beauty is always in my eyes."


"Then I might thank you for praising me." Hester glared at him.


Farley smiled. "Wear it and put your clothes into this bag."


"How can I wear it? They are not mine. I'll get my own clothes." She only needed Farley to buy her a top.


Melvin Kirton