Mr. Yan

Eve Thompson found herself waking up in the bed of S City's most eligible bachelor with his arm around her waist, but she only had her mother's words in her mind. "Make sure nobody finds out you're disguised as your sister," she told her, looking at the fake birthmark drawn with makeup on her remaining daughter's face. "You have to get Mr. Charlie to marry you, everything we have depends on it!" said she. 
It was a shame, for the man beside him closely resembled the man she'd lost many years ago. 
Anthony Charlie's favor with women was notoriously hard to gain, but in a drunken stupor, he crawled under the sheets with the woman beside her, enticed by the memory of someone he'd lost long ago that this woman resembled. 
However, she never had a birthmark. It could never be her. 
Was their encounter coincidental? What would their hidden past reveal!? Join Eve Thompson on her exciting journey of courtship and political espionage as she steps into the shoes of her twin sister's now-abandoned life and tries to save her family by winning the heart of the mysterious bachelor, Anthony Charlie!


Awaiting the Moon's Return in the Southern City

Eve Thompson stared intently at the computer screen, the proposal was a disaster.


No wonder the Marshall Group kicked their people out.


At noon, everyone around had gone to the cafeteria for lunch, leaving only Eve Thompson in the office.


Eve had never made a plan before and using the software felt a little awkward.


While typing, a stern voice suddenly came from behind her, "Stop wasting your time here!"


  Eve's fingers paused momentarily and she looked back to see a man standing behind her. 


He looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a square face and several lines on his forehead, giving him a very serious and strict appearance.


In his gaze, there was a hint of disappointment: "This project was only acquired because Woodley Allen had connections with the senior management at the Marshall Group. The project was done haphazardly and the technology is subpar.


Chapter 212: Lin Daiyu's temperament, the rough man's soul (2)