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

Putting down the cup, Garret also stood up and extended his hand towards Hester. "I always think that you are very interesting. Unfortunately, I met you a little late. Hester, I..."


Before his voice fell, Hester grabbed his outstretched hand and twisted it ruthlessly. She used her leg to press against his kneecap and kick it hard. At the same time, Garret's arm was twisted.


The action that happened in an instant.


Garret knelt on one knee on the ground. His arm was twisted behind his back by Hester. His glasses also flew far away, shattering on the ground.


Hester stood behind him, with her hands firmly holding him. She said coldly, "One cannot fool around his friend's wife. You don't even have this kind of basic loyalty. I really feel ashamed of you."


This was the first time that Garret was beaten by Hester.


Giving Up the White Consortium