After three years of marriage, Cason Baldry's first love returned to the country. Ainsley Easton received the divorce agreement from Cason, who she had loved deeply for three years.
At the entrance of the Civil Hall, Cason confessed to his first love affectionately, "It has been three years, but I have never had sex with her. I only love you."
Ainsley was completely heartbroken. She felt that all her love for Cason in the past three years had gone down the drain. She resumed her old business to earn money and to reach the pinnacle of life.
It was only then that people learned that Ainsley, who had been abandoned, was beautiful and rich, and she was an excellent female in the real world.
Three months later, late one night, Cason called Ainsley with red eyes, saying, "Aisy, I regret it..."
The only sound that came from the phone was the weary mumbling of a woman. "Manuel, who is it..."
Manuel Gage, who had a beauty in his arms, hung up the phone with a smile and kissed the person in his arms. He said, "It's a call from a salesman."

Starting With A Divorce

The smile on Daniel's face gradually faded. He composed himself and said, "This is my residence. There are people guarding the house inside and outside. If you need anything, just tell them outside the door, and someone will send it to you."

He thought about it and continued, "I will get someone to send you a few books. You won't be too bored. You can watch TV in the room at will, but you can't contact others. Someone will intercept all the information you sent. Before I take you back to Portugal, you should do as asked."

Ainsley frowned. "You want to take me back to Portugal."

"Yes, don't you know Manuel's influence in Seattle? The only thing I can do is to hide your whereabouts as much as possible, but I can't guarantee that I won't be discovered by him. Since you want to stay away from him, why don't you cooperate with me?" Daniel said seriously.

Ainsley didn't say anything. She didn't want to go to Portugal, nor would she go.

Chapter 521 You Deserve to Die