Long Live The Master

【Free Book】Originally having a pitiful life story, all types of misfortunes befell her.
Who would have known that with the twist of fate, she, with a belly bulging with pregnancy, became the only heiress of a tycoon’s empire?
Five years later, she returns with her children, she is full of vengeance, quashing scoundrels.
However, that man who has always been sticking to her is so annoying.
Charlotte Thompson: "Mr. Battleson, please stay away! We divorced five years ago."
The man lined up a row of kids, "Let's remarry. The children need a daddy."
The kids were wide-eyed and unanimously said, "Daddy, you have to wait in line if you want to marry Mommy!"
...
The reporters reported that Mr. Battleson is crazily pursuing a poor, ugly, and divorced woman who has children.
Justin Battleson: "She's my wife. They're my children. I'm in the process of remarriage, asking for recognition."
The tycoon’s grandpa: "My granddaughter, my family's only heiress. She's rich."
Four top-level uncle bosses: "Our niece is young and beautiful.  Who is the blind one calling her ugly?"
Eight handsome elder and younger brothers: "Our sister is the top one strong person in the universe, who wears disguise everywhere she goes."
Charlotte Thompson: "..."
Can you guys please quiet down?
【Sweet + doted on by a group + cute kids + disguise + refreshing story, PS: The start is a bit depressing, bear with it!】

Three Treasures: Spoiled Wife Goes Wild

Why does she feel that Justin Battleson has simmered this white porridge for her?


"You're not allowed to go anywhere tonight," he said.


He turned around, his deep dark eyes gazing at her intensely.


Sophie could only feel chills down her spine. She gritted her teeth and said, "I must go back to the Blue Tone Club. Apart from ditching work, this uniform is from Blue Tone, and my stuff is over there."


"Plus, Justin Battleson, what does it matter to you where I go?"


"Not allowing me to leave is called illegal confinement!"


Justin Battleson's face darkened, his eyes were as icy as a cold pool, spreading a deep and gloomy light.


He gripped her wrist forcefully, his voice deep, "Do you value your life?"


"This has nothing to do with you," Sophie retorted.


"You..." Sophie's clear eyes widened, "You must be crazy!"


Chapter 70: The Porridge He Cooked