Marcus thought he would never hear those words from Jessica's mouth in his lifetime!Apart from shock, there was overwhelming joy, an ecstatic happiness that welled up from the depths of his heart, filling his sore heart. At that moment, he heard the divine voice saying, "Mr. Marcus, I have returned your rib to you!"Marcus was overcome with sheer joy and his hand holding Jessica's trembled. "Say it again!""I love you!" Jessica said firmly. In the darkness, her eyes were as beautiful as blue jade. Saying "I love you" to him was much easier than she had imagined!Jessica used to think that saying "I love you" was cheesy and cliché. Love should be kept in the heart and not spoken out loud. She despised those who were so quick to say, "I love you."Today, she realized that it was easy to say "I love you" to someone you truly loved. She wanted to tell him over and over again, afraid that he didn't know. This was what they called being in love!Today, she realized how impoverished her pas
Everything that happened tonight was too chaotic. Marcus himself probably couldn't sort out his feelings right now. It's better to get some sleep. When morning comes, they can talk about whatever happened slowly. Since they promised not to let go even if they died, she shouldn't have any worries.With him, she has the whole world and fears nothing. Whatever challenges they face together, she doesn't believe they can't overcome those wolf-like predators. That despicable old man, Michael Lee, is her grandfather? That jerk resorted to such low tactics. Even though she doesn't know the rest of Mr. Marcus' story for now, she thinks Old Mr. Alston hasn't had an easy life either. If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to love Marcus.Who let Marcus have a face that resembled Michael Lee's a bit? Alston Smith looked at him as if he saw Michael Lee. Old Mr. Alston wished he could devour him, how could he love him? Listening to this story, the most despicable person was Michael Lee!No w
W City, South District, Wolf Gang Headquarters!The night was thick with darkness, filled with an aura of violence. Two cold and stunning women, along with an adorable child, appeared at Wolf Gang, the largest gang organization in W City.Both women were dressed in black, exuding an equally enchanting charm. One was cold and ruthless, while the other was elegant."Ten minutes!" The cold woman's face was icy as she single-handedly stormed into Wolf Gang headquarters. Within just ten seconds, gunshots rang out...The sound of gunfire and screams echoed loudly, shaking the entire night sky."Rose is always so decisive!"Henry smiled, "Can she really take care of hundreds of people in ten minutes?"Camellia smiled elegantly, "I'll make my move after ten minutes!"Henry teased, "I thought Rose was human!""Oh, darling, no offense, but you and Victor are truly ruthless!" Even as she spoke, she elegantly toyed with her flashy M200 sniper rifle.Wolf Gang was a dominant gang in W City, but no
In the five-star presidential suite, Saxon was tormenting a young boy of eighteen or nineteen. The slender boy was suspended high up on the black bed, completely naked. He had a handsome face, with exquisite features that were unimaginably delicate. His skin was fair as snow, and his deep eyes resembled blue ocean, unusually charming. At this moment, however, they were filled with pain and despair, like a little beast trapped in an abyss, whimpering and crying.His hands were also suspended, and his pale body was covered in countless whip marks, some red and others oozing blood. These marks stood out prominently against his snow-white skin, adding to the heart-wrenching sight. He had metal rings around his chest and shaft, suggestive of an extremely erotic nature. A bell was even hanging from below, jingling with each strike of Saxon's whip, causing the boy to struggle in pain. The sound from the bell was eerie.It was cruel, both arousing desire and ambiguity.Saxon was dressed impec
Just as Henry entered the villa, he saw his father carrying the broken wood door, about to cover up the evidence. Unfortunately, Henry came back, so father and son locked eyes, both fixated on the door."Dad, what-" Henry's mouth formed an 'o' shape, his pink face filled with surprise. His gaze shifted to the broken door, hesitatingly calling out, and couldn't help but look back, wondering if his dear mommy was okay."Henry, why are you back?" Marcus was taken aback, frozen in place with the large piece of door he was carrying. His refined face showed immense confusion. He truly hadn't expected his son to witness this scene.Henry slowly approached Marcus, his beautiful blue eyes full of interest as they met Marcus's gaze. Marcus seemed to realize something and turned away uncomfortably. Henry, unable to resist, blurted out a foolish remark, "Dad, did mommy... hit you?"This was surreal. How could he have missed something after being away for just one night? Shouldn't his parents be l
Henry had figured it out. Last night, not only had his father pounced on his mother, but something big had happened. That must be why the door to his father's room was broken, with broken bottles inside. Henry couldn't help but imagine his father drinking heavily and smashing bottles in a fit of rage.The door was most likely broken by his father venting his frustration. Henry was always observant and couldn't help but imagine the scene from last night. But what exactly had happened?It must have been a chaotic and dark night.Who had dared to bully his father and mother?Henry quickly thought of Saxon. But Saxon had rushed to investigate and handle the aftermath after the Wolf Gang was attacked last night. It couldn't be Saxon; he couldn't be in two places at once.In the blink of an eye, Henry's mind raced through several possibilities."There's nothing wrong. Mind your own business. Your Dad and I had a little disagreement last night..." Jessica glanced at the empty door, calmly ut
Things kept piling up. One issue after another, colliding with each other. Saxon and his group wanted to bring him down, Camellia wanted to kill him, and now there's this blood relationship with Jessica. Each matter was like a wall trapping him, and Mr. Marcus was becoming restless.This was not a situation of the big fish preying on the small shrimp. They were evenly matched - Saxon had the upper hand in terms of both funds and influence, and Camellia was elusive. He had no assurance when it came to these two.He couldn't confront them head-on, he had to outsmart them.Otherwise, the best ending would be mutual destruction, but now he truly appreciated Saxon's strong ambition. Who made him provoke a terrorist organization? Not only did he fail, but he also brought upon himself a lot of trouble.Saxon was tricked by Henry and suffered heavy losses, while Wolf Gang was destroyed, and his financial situation was likely becoming tight in the funding chain.There was no doubt that Truman,
Mr. Marcus casually asked Jessica, "Are you planning to tell Henry about this?"Naturally, Jessica knew what he was referring to. She looked up and smiled as she gazed out the window. "It's not a big deal, why mention it?"Mr. Marcus looked at her deeply. Jessica tilted her head slightly, and because they were still in the suburbs, she had the window partially open. The sunlight lightly brushed her profile, accentuating her beautiful pale skin with a hint of rosy pink, reminiscent of blooming peach blossoms, enchanting. Strands of her hair danced in the wind, releasing a subtle fragrance. Her long, slightly curled eyelashes quivered, revealing a touch of feminine softness. This scene imprinted itself in Mr. Marcus' mind.It was unbelievably beautiful. He was surprised to find that he would rather be haunted by nightmares and endure a lifetime of pain than lose her by his side.With her carefree tone, it seemed like such an insignificant matter. Was she really not bothered? Or was she