As the granddaughter of the wealthiest magnate in San Heith, Cynthia Shannon had been in a relationship with Joe Louise for three years, only to find her sincere affections spurned and left in the dust.
Joe regarded her as a simple rural woman, and on their wedding day, he abandoned her to pursue another dazzling beauty, leaving Cynthia heartbroken. But once she decisively ended the relationship, she reclaimed her status as a wealthy heiress, inheriting a fortune worth billions. Her life then ascended to its pinnacle, yet there were always scoundrels who emerged to vex her.
Amidst Cynthia's efforts to deal with these scoundrels, a certain Mr. Ford, known for inspiring dread in anyone who heard his name, stood by, applauding her with admiration. "My formidable wife," Mr. Ford praised.
Cynthia Shannon replied, "Please mind your choice of words."
Mr. Ford half-closed his eyes, leaning elegantly against the bed, his movements bewitching. "With this token as evidence, do you still want to deny our bond?"

From Wedding Betrayal to Billionaire's Devotion

At the same time, a figure walked up to Cynthia, subtly pushing her aside and standing in front of the suit jacket. Wearing a gentle smile, he turned to the personal shopper and spoke again, "Please wrap this garment for me."


Cynthia's eyebrows slightly furrowed, her gaze turning cold inch by inch. Naomi, upon seeing Cynthia, initially displayed surprise, followed by a hint of panic. "Miss Shannon."


Cynthia watched Naomi's clumsy performance and couldn't help but curve a scornful smile. A born actress indeed!


Yvonne, standing nearby, suppressed her jealousy and couldn't help but mutter, "What bad luck!"


Ignoring them, Cynthia spoke coldly, "Wrap up the clothes for me."


"Of course, please wait a moment," replied the personal shopper. This garment was the most expensive in their store, and selling it would undoubtedly earn her a bonus for the month.


Thinking about this, joy appeared on her face. However, Naomi, seeing the approaching personal shopper, hastily interrupted, "Wait!"


Can You Bear This?