All Chapters of Sweet Marriage: Dear Lady, You're Mine: Chapter 1001 - Chapter 1010

Douglas scanned the crowd of kids in a panic. No, no, no — None of them was his younger sister. Dulcie was not here! "Miss, Dulcie is missing!" Douglas could not care less. He ran to the teacher's side and said anxiously, "My sister is missing!" On the podium, the teacher still did not give up, calling out the names of the two children over and over again. The rest of the friends were ordered not to move, and other teachers were also searching for them all over the playground, but after half a day, there was still no progress. "Where did Dulcie go?" Douglas was worried and said to the teacher, "Teacher, Dulcie went to the bathroom during break time." However, the toilet had been thoroughly checked, with each compartment opened and examined, and it was empty. "Douglas, do you remember which kid she went to the washroom with?" the teacher asked. "Well..." Douglas looked around and his eyes fell on a little girl. He pointed at her and said, "It's

Grace shouted helplessly, "Cut off mine, cut off both my hands, okay? Don't do anything to them..." "Miss Miller, if you really can't pick one, why don't I help you?" The driver offered in kindness. Grace could only keep shaking her head. The scene was beyond chaotic. The three victims all cried miserably, while the cold-blooded executioner next to them and the person hiding behind the camera were very happy. At this time, amidst the earth-shattering sobs, came the dense sound of car engines. Unbeknownst to the negligent group of bandits, the cars had driven into this desolate place under the cover of the night. Zaden stood at the front of a group of people. As he stared into the lights of the building, he said, "They are inside." His well-trained subordinates armed themselves before they snuck into the building in teams. As for Zaden, he rushed to the front of the first group. "Mr. Andrew, leave it to us!" One of his men stopped hi

"Mr. Yale and his wife are quite old, so having children has been difficult for them. In the beginning, they contacted many surrogacy agencies. However, Mr. Yale was extremely cautious when it came to picking a surrogate mother. This caused a lot of trouble to the agencies since the surrogate mothers they suggested never met his standards." "Later, Mr. Yale thought about going abroad to find a surrogate mother. However, right at the critical moment, he suddenly found out that Mrs. Yale was already pregnant!" "The pleasant surprise caused them to give up their search for a surrogate mother. After all, Mrs. Yale wasn't getting any younger and they both went through a lot to get this son, so that's why the Yale family treats him so preciously." As Zaden listened to the report from his subordinate on the other end of the call, his mood grew complicated. The only way he could clear his mind was to focus on the fact that the night wind had blown his body cold. To be h

"No, Mother, if Zaden takes over the Coulson Group, then we..." Moira could not continue speaking. She did not even want to imagine what would happen. "You understand now? I thought a donkey kicked you in the brain!" "That... That won't do. I'll go beg him right now!" Moira shouted. Now that things had come to this, it was obvious that Zaden's target was Moira. Although she was extremely unwilling, she would have to make a stand against him now. No matter what she would have to experience, she had to protect the company. She could not lose everything. She rushed to the Andrew family villa, but Moira was not even allowed through the main entrance. "Let me in!" Moira began making a scene outside. She made such a ruckus that it was difficult for the people inside to ignore her. "Mr. Andrew, Miss Coulson is causing a scene outside, this..." the butler informed Zaden "Let her be," Zaden said expressionlessly. This was not the first

The silent confrontation was still going on, and Zaden was waiting. When would Moira give in? Moira was also waiting. When would Zaden be gracious enough to let her go? However, perhaps these two people didn't know each other very well. They both had naive expectations that were absolutely wrong and impossible to achieve from the beginning. "It's so cold..." Moira murmured in a low voice. As she spoke, a puff of white vapor immediately appeared in front of her lips. Even though kneeling down like this was not a big deal, Moira had always been pampered and had grown up a spoiled child. She had never suffered this kind of hardship before. Her body could not bear it either. She only felt that her legs were on the verge of losing its strength and becoming numb. The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the wind and rain swayed. Flowers in the garden were beaten into a mess by the rain, as so was Moira. Moira's body had reached its limit, and she could not catch h