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

Tristan's brow twitched slightly. "It's also possible that it's a man."


Cynthia narrowed her eyes slightly. "If it's really a man, why did she say it in front of me? And why did Grandma interrupt her at a critical moment?"


Old Mrs. Ford got angry just now for two reasons. First, Lorraine was being disrespectful. Second, she saw through her attempts to sow discord.


Tristan glanced at her, wiped his fingers with a tissue after peeling the last shrimp, and said in a calm and composed manner, "So what?"


"Am I considered the third wheel between you?" Cynthia asked.


Regardless of whether Lorraine's words were intended to sow discord or create mystery, she had indeed successfully aroused Cynthia's curiosity. There was no woman in the world who didn't care if her man had too much intimate contact with other women. If she really didn't care, it must be because she didn't love.


Out of Control...