COL + Nan Jia

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

Cynthia slapped Tristan's chest forcefully, giving him a resentful look.  


When Tristan released her, his eyes full of amusement, he turned and walked toward the balcony.  


"Cynthia? Can you hear me?" Henry's voice came through.  


Cynthia quickly snapped back to reality, clearing her throat. "Uncle, I'll come find you now."  


She hung up the phone and walked out of the VIP room, just in time to run into Henry, who had also exited the room. "Uncle."  


Tonight, it seemed as though the group had conspired to get him drunk under the pretext of a welcome banquet. Luckily, Henry pretended to be drunk and managed to escape unscathed.  


Even so, the strong smell of alcohol still clung to him.  


He walked up to Cynthia, noticing the lipstick smudged on her lips. His brow furrowed slightly, and his expression grew colder. "Where did you go? Where is Jacob? Why didn't you have him come with you?"  


Tsk, This Damn Possessiveness.