The spoiled, willful daughter of the Koch family groveled down to her husband, who loved someone else?
The first thing Aylin Koch did when she recovered her memory was divorce her husband!
Everyone in New York knew that Gavyn Delacruz married a girl from the slums who was nothing but greedy for money, but one day, she divorced him suddenly.
They all thought that it was nothing but a show. She was playing hard to get so that she could get more money from him.
Gavyn stated that she would go back to him within three days.
To everyone's surprise, she came back to and became the young lady of the Koch family, looking down on him.
As time went by, her true identities emerged one by one. She was a top hacker, an outstanding doctor, and America's number-one designer. She was all he was looking for.
Finally, he found out the truth...
When they met again, on the patio out of a business banquet, he trapped her between him and the cold railing, kneeling and putting on shoes for her reverently with red eyes, asking her the one and only question in his mind, "I'm willing to be a substitute. Aylin, can you let me stay by your side?"

Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee

The thoughts of children are simple.

Speaking of defeating a person, one could only think of fighting barehanded against others, but Sariah's methods were much more ruthless.

"It's simple, let me teach you. Aylin is not on guard against you right now, so all you need to do is behave well and get close to her."

Sariah took Abby's face in her hands, looking serious, and said, "When the time comes, I'll give you a packet of laxatives. Find an opportunity to secretly pour it into her drinking glass, but be careful not to get caught."

Sariah said calmly and confidently, "Don't worry, it'll just give the bad person diarrhea, so they won't have the energy to bully you anymore.

Abby, I can only trust you now. Can you promise to help me?"

Sariah frowned, looking vulnerable and pitiful.

Abby nodded obediently, "Alright, I promise you!"

Chapter 225 Matchmaking Plan