Marry A Stranger

While she was looking at the other person, the other person was also looking at her.

After hearing her requests, Michael 's thin lips moved slightly .

After the car was scratched last night, the assistant immediately investigated Sophia , so it was easy for him to hand it over at this time.

The man's slender fingers were swiping across the tablet, reading ten lines at a glance without even looking up. His clear voice carried an invisible pressure, "One hundred thousand is too little. I don't appreciate Mrs. Windsor 's status. I'll add a zero."

Sophia didn't even notice the words Mrs. Windsor , she just laughed angrily when she heard the zero added.

Ouch.

Nowadays, male prostitutes charge extra money .

With his temperament and face, he does have the capital.

But one million is too much ...

"Three hundred thousand, no more!" When she was abroad, the pocket money she gave William was only two hundred thousand a month.

Ava said that even if you have money you can't be too generous, otherwise you'll easily be taken advantage of.

Michael looked up, acutely aware that something was wrong.

"Who gives it to whom?"

"I'm the boss, so of course I'm the one giving it to you! It's impossible for you to give it to me, right?"

"…"

Michael narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her carefully.

The girl had a delicate, bright and charming face. The look in her eyes when she looked at him was not like other women who wanted to cling to him, but full of confidence and pride.

It's not like acting.

He opened his thin lips and said slowly, "Deal."

In the parking lot, Sophia suddenly stopped.

Michael followed her gaze and landed on his limited edition Rolls-Royce .

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

Sophia shook her head. "I saw the creditor."

Michael looked up at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

The assistant stood aside and did not dare to act rashly without receiving instructions.

Sophia took out another note from her bag, wrote down the contact information, and whispered, "I'll give you one more chance. After today, I won't admit it."

Sticking it to the scratched area that hadn't been repaired yet, she raised her eyes to look at Michael and his assistant, "By the way, how did you get here?"

"us..."

"I took a taxi." Michael said before the assistant .

The assistant's mouth twitched and he nodded seriously, "Yes, we took a taxi."

Sophia said, "Oh," and told her assistant, "Then you can take a taxi back by yourself. He left with me."

after an hour.

Sophia came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau holding the bright red book, and she was a little sober from her hangover. The lifelong event that had troubled her for several years was solved so smoothly.

Like a dream.

The cell phone rang at the right time. She looked at the name on the screen and her eyes turned a little colder.

She hadn't even come to settle accounts with them yet, but they came to her door first.

He hung up the phone and put on sunglasses, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."

Michael : "…"

It was the first time he was led by a woman.

Moreover, this little woman was so strong that she didn't give him any chance to speak. Her reckless and naive spirit was so adorable that people couldn't bear to interrupt her.

The eldest daughter of the Montgomery family is not at all like the rumors say.

"Shouldn't we add contact information first?" he kindly reminded.

Sophia was stunned for a moment, "That makes sense."

The two exchanged contact information.

Michael leaned against the car, lowered his eyes and saved the number, his voice was cold and calm, "Also, I don't agree to separation after marriage. Even if it's an agreed marriage, we are still husband and wife."

"I agree with this. I'll send you the address later. You can move in by yourself in three days."

"…"

In front of the marriage registration office.

Sophia left, a Rolls-Royce drove over.

The driver got out of the car respectfully and opened the back door.

Michael got into the car, a head popped out from the passenger seat, "Brother! Are you married? Are you really married? And you broke your promise to Ms. Emma and married a woman who scratched cars ?"

Michael lowered his eyes, playing with a bank card with his shapely, slender fingers, "She's late, and my wife is very interesting."

"Really? Isn't it because she's so beautiful?"

"…"

Moore drove, glancing furtively in the rearview mirror.

The man lazily leaned back in the back seat, his eyebrows lowered, and he looked less sharp. The morning sunlight came in through the car window, adding a bit of softness to his cold and resolute outline.

But even so, the cool aura around him cannot be ignored.

Moore didn't understand.

Windsor family , the richest man in the country , rich and handsome , how could he agree to be kept for hundreds of thousands of dollars?

"Beautiful and rich," Moore corrected Charlotte .

After he said this, Charlotte noticed the bank card in his hand. She was stunned for several seconds before she widened her eyes in shock. "You, you you! You couldn't have been..."

Michael glanced at him with a cold look in his eyes, "Put your claws back."

Charlotte stuttered as she tried to pull out the bank card.

He was so frightened by these words that he retracted his hand.

"Brother! Are you crazy? You can make money like this?" Charlotte was overwhelmed by the news.