Damn Blake!!!First, I interviewed my ex-boyfriend, and now I have to interview my "potential" rival!Haha, what a brilliant arrangement!In my mind, I cursed Blake a thousand times and returned to the mansion with a belly full of resentment.But wait, Antonius seems to be missing from the mansion?That's very strange.In my impression, our dear President is like a well-oiled machine, with a schedule that is mind-bogglingly regular!At this time of the day, he should be sitting in his office reviewing his documents. Why can't I find a trace of him anywhere?Could something have happened to him...I remember the month he suddenly disappeared before. Dr. Wilson said he was shot.I couldn't help but worry.But I searched all the places Antonius usually goes, even the kitchen, and still couldn't find him.However, there were sudden barks and neighs coming from the stables.Could someone have broken in?!Cautiously, I hid a dining knife up my sleeve and quietly went to the stables to inves
When Lucius finished speaking, I felt my entire body go cold. Antoninus, breaking his composure, took a protective stance in front of me. Lucius, witnessing this scene, widened his eyes in astonishment. "You care about this?" he said. "Your woman? You care about her?""This is great. I swear to God, I'll show you her laughing and screaming like a bitch when my big dick is inside her!"As soon as his words fell, Antoninus suddenly grabbed his collar. I was afraid that they would start fighting, especially since Lucius, the madman, still had the blood-stained knife in his hand. Fortunately, Antoninus restrained himself and replied coldly but firmly, "Lucius, stop dreaming! You won't take anything away.""Is that so? Let's wait and see," Lucius said. His gaze shifted from Antoninus to my face, and he made a kissing gesture towards me. "Wait for me! I will come back for you, my love."I breathed a sigh of relief only when he was out of sight. But the stabbing pain in my abdomen returned.
Antoninus seemed to be in a bad mood today, his icy face appearing even darker than usual. When I saw him, I quickly hung up the phone and nervously greeted him, "Mr. President?" "Why are you running around when you're injured?" "I wasn't running around, I was just making a phone call on the balcony..." "The balcony is windy, not conducive to wound healing."I was about to say that it was just a minor scratch and that the wound no longer hurt. But Antoninus took off his own coat and threw it at me. I hurriedly caught it, asking, "What's this for?" "Put it on." "Alright." Compliantly, I draped his coat over my shoulders.So this was what a custom-made clothing worth tens of thousands of dollars felt like~ It didn't feel as comfortable as my inexpensive clothes. I stole a glance at him and accidentally touched the wound on his stomach.I couldn't help but let out a muffled groan and bent over in pain. Antonin
I feel like I might be really drunk, which is why I'm asking such a strange question. But I thought Antoninus would hesitate at least for a moment. However, he stares at the flames and slowly opens his mouth, "Perhaps." He's such a jerk! I'm a little angry and want to stand up, but he holds my hand and explains, "I just think that you would be better off with him than with me." "Fine! Then I'll go find him right now!" I angrily try to get up, but my dizzy brain loses its sense of balance, and I fall back down twice after attempting to climb up. Alcohol really isn't a good thing. I angrily toss the cup aside. Antoninus actually laughs again. He reaches out his arm to support me, but I push him away irritably, and my eyes involuntarily turn red. So Antoninus's smiling face, which took so much effort to appear, disappears again. He purses his lips, and his eyes flicker with golden flames, "I'm sorry." I s
I guessed right, Antoninus was shocked by my initiative to bite him.He touched his lips and remained silent for a while. But it didn't last long, and he quickly regained his usual icy expression."Tomorrow, the steward will take you to the hospital to remove the scars. You can also get rid of the scars on other parts of your body, except for the one on your ear, of course."I didn't understand why Antoninus was so fixated on the scars on my body.But there was a rebellious voice in my mind, saying that I should keep all the scars and only get rid of the one on my ear.Of course, it was just a thought in my mind.I didn't want him to bite my other ear.Antoninus seemed satisfied with my compliance, so he turned around and took out an exquisite gift box from under his desk.I received it in a daze and asked, "What is this?""Open it and see."I opened the box and saw a silver handgun lying quietly inside.The gun wa
The butler sensed my concern and said, "No need to worry too much. As long as Mr. Marcus doesn't inquire about Chris' identity, you don't have to admit anything voluntarily. Some secrets are better left unspoken; everyone knows them in their hearts.""Alright."I tucked away the invitation and mustered my courage, saying, "Since this trouble originated because of me, I will go and deal with it.""Thank you, Miss Lily. I must admit, you have impressed me greatly these past few days. However, I must remind you that Mr. Marcus is not easily persuaded.""What should I do then?"Lawrence pondered for a moment before answering, "Try to find Miss Mirabelle. She is a kind-hearted girl. The crucial part is that she can persuade her stubborn father."Mirabelle... I was becoming increasingly curious about this legendary heiress.After returning from the hospital, the butler escorted me to Marcus' mansion. Standing beneath the grand iron gates, I
The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.No wonder they said Mr. Marcus would never refuse any request from his daughter. I thought, if such a beautiful creature with tear-filled eyes pleaded with me, I would do anything for her..."Are you Lily?" Before I could even figure out how to start the conversation, she had already recognized me. I quickly responded, "Yes, yes, it's me.""Well then, go away. I don't like you.""... Why?"Her brother had clearly said everyone would like me!!! It seemed men's words really couldn't
"What the hel... No, no, Miss Lily, I asked you to persuade our young miss, not to come and abduct her," I never intended for it to turn out this way... I'm at a loss for words.Mira, on the other hand, happily leaped towards him, "Good afternoon, Mr. Lawrence~""Good afternoon..."The butler, Lawrence, glanced at me helplessly, "The President will be very angry, believe me."However, the more troublesome matter lay ahead. I wanted Lawrence to take Mirabelle back to the estate. But she insisted on accompanying me to see my grandmother. Having her at my place was fine, but the problem was, my grandmother wanted me to come home for a blind date! How could I bring her along to a blind date?"Please, I want to see," she pleaded."It's out of the question! Did you forget what you promised me before we left?"She turned to Lawrence with a pleading look, "Mr. Lawrence..."Lawrence hesitated for a moment and then suggested, "But, I sug