As soon as Joe looked up, he saw his grandfather. "Grandpa, he took your finger wrench!" Joe said. "Don't be unreasonable. I gave it to him" Mr. Warren said in a calm voice. "How is this possible? Didn't you say that the finger wrench is more important than your life?" Joe looked surprised. "Get out of the way!" Mr. Warren didn't want to talk too much on this topic, so he reprimanded him again. Joe gritted his teeth, there was too much unwillingness in his eyes, but in the end, he still took a step aside. David squeezed out a syllable from the tip of his nose as he left. After David left, Joe immediately ran to the second floor. "Grandpa, did he threaten you? Who is he? Why are you so afraid of him? Although our family has never used power to oppress others, if others ride to our door, we will not be afraid of fighting. Yes!" Joe's tone was firm. "Joe, you must know that there is not only Chicago in this world, there is a wider world outside of Chicago. Don't always
"What happened to him?" Sophia frowned. "Miss, since you left that day, Master Gerald has been very worried about you, and has been looking for you all day and night," Jack explained. "It's not like I got missing," Sophia shook her head and sighed, then stepped forward and gently patted Gerald's shoulder. Gerald, who was like a wandering soul, slowly turned his head, and when he saw Sophia standing behind him, he blinked blankly at first. After he was sure that the person in front of him was Sophia, his pupils dilated instantly. "Soph? Is it you? Sophia?!" "It's me." Sophia nodded, then stretched out her hand to push Gerald away, "How long has it been since you took a shower? Why are you so smelly?" " Do I stink? I didn't take a shower last night." Gerald lowered his head and smelled it. "Hurry up and take a shower, don't stink up the room," Sophia said a few words and lay down on the sofa behind her. Her slender legs were slightly tilted, and she was still humming
Sophia's slender fingers casually tapped the screen. She slept well last night, so there was no problem with her head today. After thinking for a while, she replied concisely, "Okay." Freddie, who had been holding his mobile phone in his hands all this time, almost jumped out of his chair when he received that message. The other team members in the waiting room who were putting on makeup all looked at their captain in surprise. "Ahem, you guys continue to put on makeup, I'll go out for a while. Feeling that everyone's eyes fell on him, Freddie coughed unnaturally. After Freddie finished speaking, he didn't wait for other people's responses, put on his hat, covered his mask, and hurried out the door. But as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into the team manager who came in. He pressed down on his hat and walked away from him. "Hey, who was that person just now?" Because Freddie covered him up too tightly, the team manager didn't recognize him at once. "That's th
The former team members also looked for another club. The NYC team almost disbanded. Sophia knew that the young man in front of her had always been guilty of what happened back then. So she was really happy to see him succeed. "But you quit the team because of this?" Freddie's voice was very low. "I quit the team back then. It had nothing to do with my hand injury. It was just because something happened at home and I had to go back to deal with it," Sophia explained yet again. "Sister, here are the tickets. I gave you a few extra tickets. You can bring your friends along." Freddie didn't want to talk too much on this topic. "Okay, I'll be there on time." Sophia looked at the persistent young man in front of her and smiled. "Then I'll go back first." Freddie didn't dare to waste any more time. Otherwise, the team manager will be talking non-stop after returning home. "Okay," Sophia responded, and then watched Freddie leave. She looked down at the three tickets in her h
"Well...a genius doctor suddenly came to the hospital today, and after being cured by him, I suddenly recovered, CEO, I can go to work tomorrow!" Pete's eyeballs behind his glasses rolled quickly, and he said crisply. "Tomorrow?" David's tone rose slightly. "No, it's too late tomorrow. From now on, I'm going to start working. I can't wait to serve you, President!" Pete quickly removed the bandages on his body, and then respectfully stood beside David. "I'm thirsty." David leaned on the back chair casually, his thin lips parted slightly. "I'll buy water for you now." Pete immediately turned around and left the scene respectfully. Daniel next to him looked a little straight. "He...he...his feet recovered? But he stays in the same ward as me, why didn't I see any miracle doctor treat him?" Hearing Daniel's words, Sophia smiled faintly at the innocence of Daniel. A while later, Pete bought water and came back, and when he handed it to David, he unscrewed the bottle cap fo
Vanessa walked into the well-furnished hotel suite, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She was following her husband Joe's directive to meet him at the hotel. What he wanted, she had no idea. They have been married for three years, and in all of those years, this was the first time he has ever asked to meet in a hotel. She knew they were a couple in name and on paper only, but her treacherous heart could not control the way it felt for Joe. After inspecting every inch of the suite, she noticed a note on a side stool, held down by a glass of juice. "The juice is for you. Make yourself comfortable. I will join you soon, Joe." Sighing in exhaustion, she picked up the glass of juice and waltzed to the window that overlooked the city of Chicago. "What a sight," she thought to herself as she took a tentative sip of the juice. It was very refreshing, soothing her parched throat so she gulped the remaining content of the glass. A while later, Vanessa began to feel dizzy, an
Vanessa woke up with a thumping in her head. Her eyes throbbed and her ears rang as she rose from the bed, struggling to remember the events of the night before. She felt sore all over, but most importantly between her legs. Horror filled her as she reached between her thighs and felt a sticky wetness. She brought out her hand, trembling at the whitish liquid, semen. Tears filled her eyes, "No…no, it can't be. Where am I?" She looked around and some things started coming back to her. The hotel suite. Joe! "It must have been Joe. There's no other explanation," she thought. Just then, she turned and saw a man lying beside her. She was scared and she closed her eyes. "This is not Joe," She could not believe that she slept with a strange man last night. When she slowly turned her head again, she opened one eye and saw the sleeping face of a strange man. He was handsome, but who was this guy? Vanessa got up from the bed, and in any case, she must leave the hotel before th
ONE YEAR LATER "We are ready to land. Please stay in your seats and fasten your seat belts," said the air hostess cheerfully. The private jet landed on the tarmac in the airport, courtesy of an experienced pilot. The door opened, and a staircase rolled out. David King descended. Standing at 6 foot 3 inches tall, Mr. King had intense grey eyes, full pink lips, and a high nose bridge. His dark hair swept away in an artful swoosh away from his forehead. He exuded a very powerful and mysterious aura, much like a god came to earth. His black suit was well cut, hugging his solid, muscle-packed upper body. As soon as his feet touched the ground, his assistant, Pete, came running towards him. "Sir," he greeted, smiling. He bowed a little, took his briefcase and they began to walk away from the tarmac. Pete led him towards the exclusive VIP section of the airport, reserved for people of the highest caliber of society. "Hope you had a nice flight, sir," Pete asked. David makes a