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

Suddenly, the weather seemed to have turned cooler. Charlotte Thompson brushed away the hair that had lifted slightly in the wind, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.


Just then, as she looked up, she saw a Maybach not too far away. The door opened slowly, and the man's icy side profile appeared in her line of sight.


Walking against the wind, Justin Battleson came over. His hand hanging by his side tightened slightly as his gaze met Charlotte's.


In a matter of seconds, he stopped before her.


Charlotte lifted her head slightly and pinched the strap of her bag, which was slung across her chest. Her eyes reflected a glacial expression, but she merely said softly, "Mr. Battleson."


Before Justin could speak, she lowered her head and unzipped her bag, her fair, delicate fingers meticulously searching inside.


She held out a bank card. The wind blew her wispy fringe, and a warm, resolute light shone in her eyes, which seemed to possess some captivating magic.


Chapter 132: I've Come to Pick You Up