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

With just one sentence, it was as if a spark had ignited Justin Battleson. There was now an additional hint of coldness in his gaze.


Justin Battleson practically squeezed that sentence out through his gritted teeth. Then he turned around and walked briskly away with long strides.


Sophie Allen watched as the tall figure disappeared around the corner before finally withdrawing her gaze.


Just hang in there a bit longer, and she'd soon be free from him.


With that thought in mind, Sophie felt less weary all at once.


At that moment, Abigail Taylor asked her to serve some wine in another private room, so she briskly went on her way.


She seemed to have forgotten everything that happened that night; she worked until eight in the morning, clocking out precisely on time.


In the dressing room, she twisted her neck, relieving the tension in it with a few audible cracks, which invigorated her considerably.


Chapter 112: Disassociating Relations