From One Night To True Love

Jessica Miller, female, 18 years old, with a well-proportioned figure, a beautiful girl, and a freshman in college.

She was wearing a light pink shirt, washed blue jeans, and plain canvas shoes, with a pure and pretty appearance, and big eyes, filled with innocence.

Today is her boyfriend Raymond Davis's birthday, and she wanted to give him a surprise.

The bag contained the carefully selected luxury brand watch, which was expensive, and she saved for half a year to afford it.

Raymond was one year ahead of her and was a prominent figure in the school, the dream boy of all the girls in the school.

As soon as she entered the house, she felt that something was not right. There was a pair of red crystal high heels in front of the shoe cabinet, and red shawls, tops, skirts, and long stockings were scattered all over the floor.

Men's shirts, trousers...

The red underwear lay quietly on the man's pants, looking quite erotic, and there were sounds of a woman's groan and a man's low growl coming from the bedroom...

An erotic reality show?

If this weren't her boyfriend's house, Jessica might have been interested in watching the performance from outside the door.

The messy floor and the musky smell in the air made her realize what was happening, no matter how naive she was.

"Do you love me, Raymond?" A seductive voice asked.

Florence Black? Her good friend? Um... She's been playing games too much lately, hallucinating, hallucinating...

"Of course, I love you, Florence, you're amazing..." Raymond's voice was filled with comfort and pleasure...

Jessica approached the bedroom step by step.

The ambiguous voice became clearer, the door wasn't closed tightly, and she stood there, clearly seeing the intertwined silhouettes of two people, Florence arched her neck, her curly hair wild, her face flushed, and her red lips kept moaning.

"Tell me, who's better in bed, me or Jessica?" The lust-rendered voice was particularly charming.

"Of course it's you, Jessica is too conservative, we've been dating for a year, and the most intimate thing is holding hands. She doesn't agree to have sex with me. She's just a boring beauty, with no taste, how can she compare to you? Oh, darling... faster..."

Cut, your mouth smells bad, only an idiot would be kissed by you.

Really fierce!

Their postures are too difficult, right?

Damn, how did they manage to make that pose?

Jessica was a little impressed with herself, she had the mind to study their posture at this moment.

"Oh... Jessica..." Raymond noticed Jessica, frowned and quickly pulled the quilt to cover their bodies.

"Jessica..."

Florence stood up calmly, disregarding her naked body, which still bore the marks of lovemaking.

"Her figure is really hot like she's got the potential to be a playgirl," Jessica thought to herself.

Florence casually tossed a set of clothes to Raymond, and she put on his shirt.

Jessica remained calm, though her face was pale, her eyes contained a hint of laughter, innocence, and sweetness. Her mother had said that no matter what, one must always smile, as it's the best disguise.

"Jessica, you've seen it now, we're together, so you should break up with him!!" Florence provocatively hooked Raymond's arm, and with an air of superiority and a condescending tone, she showed off to Jessica.

How could someone like Jessica, from such a humble background, be worthy of the handsome and dashing Raymond? Only someone like herself, Florence Black can be with him.

"Why are you doing this, Raymond?" Jessica asked.

Even if you were cheating, don't involve my friends, especially since this girl's reputation is so bad. She is a well-known playgirl.

Raymond coldly smiled, shook his head, and with a look of disdain on his young and handsome face, proudly said, "Jessica, let me tell you the truth. I pursued you in the beginning because I made a bet with a few of my buddies. All the boys in the school knew it was difficult to pursue you, so I made a bet with a few of my friends on whether I could successfully pursue you. Honestly, look at you, bare-faced, dressed in rubbish, are you worthy of me?"

Even if she's beautiful, it's still humiliating to take her out.

"So that's how it is," Jessica nodded with understanding, and sweetly smiled, "How much was the bet?"

"1 million dollars!"

"You wouldn't have won the bet without me, so give me half of the winnings!" Jessica smiled even more sweetly, and her eyes emitted the glow of money.

Damn, since you lied to me, it's not unreasonable for me to get half of the money, right?

Raymond's face turned pale.

See, this woman is so tacky. As soon as the money is mentioned, her eyes light up, like she's got a scamming look on her face, damn it!

He had sex with another woman in her presence, yet she still smiled so sweetly, and even wanted to know about the bet and demanded money?

Damn! What kind of monster is she?

Florence couldn't contain her anger, "Jessica, have you no shame?"

"Of course I have shame. At least my face is worth something, I can sell it for a higher price than you," Jessica said with a sweet smile. "You're so stingy. If you don't want to give, then don't. Taking all the money for yourself, be careful, may you be struck by lightning."

"As you wish, we're breaking up. I wish you all the best in love."

Both of them turned pale.

Jessica smiled and walked away gracefully.

******

Night fell, and the city of W was bustling.

The bar, located in the prime area of W, was bustling with activity. On the stage, seductive dancers twisted their waists like water snakes, their heavily made-up faces exquisitely beautiful and alluring, their seductive eyes captivating the men in the audience who cheered non-stop.

The music was thunderous, and the air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of alcohol.

This was a place of revelry and debauchery.

At the bar, Jessica kept drinking, her face flushed with alcohol.

Raymond had cheated, and they had broken up. She acted carefree, but deep down, there was still a twinge of pain, just a tiny bit.

"Jessica, come on, be a good girl. Forget all the unhappy things and drink some more," her stepsister Karen Brown encouraged her to drink more and discreetly slipped a pill into her drink.

"Could you stop chattering in my ear? Let me have a moment of peace," Jessica calmly said and downed her drink.

Damn it, if I didn't need you to pay the bill, who would tolerate your noise?

After Jessica's mother passed away, her stepmother married her father and brought Karen into the family. Despite being together for four or five years, their relationship had always been strained. Karen's social circle was a mix of unsavory characters, and she changed boyfriends as easily as flipping through a book. Jessica had never liked her stepsister.

But she was broke and had no money to pay for her drinks, so she had to rely on Karen.

Karen suppressed her anger. She saw Jessica drink the glass of wine, smiled smugly, and had the bartender pour a few more drinks for her before slipping away to the dark corner by the side door.

"How is she? That's my sister. Isn't she beautiful? 5 million dollars, the price is non-negotiable!" Karen cunningly said to a shady-looking man. She owed loan sharks and couldn't afford to repay, so she had to trick Jessica into the bar and sell her to the underground market to clear her debts.

Anyway, Jessica just happened to have a heartbreak and wanted to get drunk. Karen didn't feel the least bit guilty.

"Deal!" The man rubbed his chubby chin, his eyes filled with lust.

This was a prime catch. A woman like her could fetch up to 10 million dollars at the underground market.

Jessica drank to the point of feeling tipsy but not completely drunk. Damn it, Raymond said she was old-fashioned and boring. She wanted to show him what fun meant, but buying drinks for such a bad man was downright foolish.

Jessica got up, placed down her glass, and stumbled forward, then suddenly lurched and fell into the arms of a young man.

A very young man, looking like he was in his early twenties.

His features were carved to perfection, exquisitely beautiful with an almost otherworldly allure. He exuded a natural elegance and nobility, yet his eyes were excessively cold, almost bordering on indifference.

An elegantly indifferent man.

Marcus Smith looked with disgust at the woman who was actively throwing herself at him, he detested this kind of actively pursuing woman.

As he looked into her eyes, suddenly...

He was stunned!

As if the whole world was filled with bright colors.

She had a pair of beautiful eyes, bright, clear, and spiritual as if filled with the brightness of the whole world.

"Wow, are all the money boys so good-looking now?" Jessica murmured to herself.

This man is too good-looking. Jessica thought to herself, according to Karen, the money boys in this bar are all outstanding, with extraordinary looks and elegant demeanor. And this man fits the bill perfectly, so Jessica took him as a money boy.

Marcus's face darkened, and his slender eyes narrowed dangerously.

Money boy? He, Marcus Smith, is a money boy? Damn it, that girl is dead!

Before he could say anything, Jessica grabbed his collar and asked fiercely, "Hey, how much for a night?"

Veins popped on Marcus's forehead, his cold eyes emitted a daunting cold light, and he tightened the hand around her waist, her soft body hitting his hard chest, "Are you looking for a man?"

"Nonsense, if I wasn't looking for a man, why would I ask you?"

Not only is this man good-looking, but even his voice is so magnetic, being a money boy must be very profitable, Jessica thought.

"Very well!" Marcus's voice was chilling. For some reason, hearing her say that, a surge of anger rose in his heart, so he dragged her into his private elevator. Since she came looking for a man, he didn't need to waste time, right?

Tonight he had rejected countless women who had tried to chat him up, feeling quite uninterested, but she had aroused a fire in him.

When Karen and the sleazy man returned to the bar with the check, Jessica was gone, which made Karen stomp her foot in anger, and the sleazy man's eyes glinted ominously.

Sweat broke out on Jessica's body, a raging heat rising within her. In the elevator, the innocent girl turned into a seductive goddess, her young body constantly rubbing against Marcus's body, exhaling fragrance.

The ambiguous moans floated teasingly in the man's ear, bewitching his soul.

Hmm, this man smells so good, with a faint tobacco scent, no artificial perfume, clean and warm. She didn't know what was happening to her, her body was unbearably hot, and she could only keep rubbing against his body to relieve the heat.

So comfortable...

Moans escaped her lips, her small hands greedily reaching into his chest...

Damn! Has she turned into a seductress?

Marcus was teased by her warmth, his breath becoming erratic. His proud self-control was on the brink of collapse. This woman was simply a demon in disguise, she twisted restlessly in his embrace, her beguiling eyes and intoxicating fragrance overwhelming.

He forgot his anger and wickedly lifted her chin, dangerously gazing into the girl. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her red lips.

So sweet.

The sweet taste was intoxicating, Marcus never lacked women, as the heir of the Noblefull Group, there were plenty of women waiting for him to ravish them. Marcus had countless women, changing them as often as changing clothes. However, he never kissed a woman on the lips, in this regard, he was somewhat fastidious.

But this time he made an exception!

His skillful lips pried open her teeth, invading every corner, enticing Jessica's delicate tongue, suckling and nibbling lightly, caressing every inch of her tender skin. Jessica's spine was electrified, her whole body trembling, her legs weak, if Marcus hadn't held onto her, she might have embarrassingly collapsed on the ground.

This man really knew how to captivate!

The dominant kiss, rough and tumultuous, made it impossible not to sink into it!

Jessica, inexperienced and passionate, completely aroused Marcus, almost making him lose control, nearly making love with her in the elevator.

This woman was like opium, dangerous and deadly.

The two young bodies rubbed desperately together. Jessica's face flushed, Marcus breathing heavily, their low moans and panting intertwined in the confined elevator, the whole space filled with an ambiguous air.

Ding...

The crisp sound brought Marcus back to his senses, gritting his teeth, suppressing the overwhelming desire. He dragged the almost collapsing Jessica to his exclusive room, his eyes suffused with a dark mist.

Damn it, can't you be a bit gentle?!

Jessica, her wrist aching from being dragged, exploded in anger!

Marcus slammed the door shut. He was unable to bear it any longer, and pushed Jessica against the door, one hand against her forehead, the other gripping her waist, his hard chest rubbing against her soft breast, he lowered his head and fiercely kissed her on the lips.

His handsome face was flushed with a terrifying redness, the ambiguous sounds of mingled saliva making the whole air boil with intense heat.

Never had a woman aroused such a strong desire in him.

Like a wild beast, he frightened Jessica.

"Wait... wait... let go... you jerk..."

"What, now playing hard-to-get? " Marcus's eyes were deeply red, filled with danger and malice as he pinched Jessica's chin. "You ignited this fire, and you must bear the consequences!"

Damn it, can't you use some fresh words? Jessica rolled her eyes. Fire, fire, what the hell, I'll burn you alive!

Jessica swallowed hard. She was starting to feel scared. But, what was this surge of heat inside her? Her body was getting hotter, her face redder, and she felt a faint glow of green in her eyes as she looked at Marcus.

She really wanted to kiss him... touch him...

Damn it!

What the hell did Karen give her to drink?

The strange sensation made Jessica's gaze start to blur. Having already drunk alcohol and then drugged, she had managed to hold on for so long, which was quite a feat.

"You've been drugged, haven't you?" Marcus finally noticed something was off about her, no wonder her body had been so hot since earlier. He had thought it was... The girl's flushed cheeks, seductive eyes, her clothes half-exposed, her sexy shoulders, alluring collarbones, and soft breasts that were half-revealed...

This was a vividly seductive scene, and no man could resist such temptation.

"Damn it, you come here alone and get drugged, and you didn't even notice?"

Anger, the usually icy Marcus could not contain it. The thought of what might have happened to this girl if she had run into someone else... And did it even matter to her?

The thought of other men seeing her in this seductive state made Marcus want to kill.

No, to kill her!

Jessica groaned uncomfortably, her mouth dry, and unable to resist, she licked the corner of her lips. This action, in Marcus's eyes, undoubtedly became a seduction. An absolute seduction!

Marcus gave a wicked smile, provocatively lifting her chin, his fingers ambiguously caressing her soft and rosy lips, hot breath teasing Jessica's ears, sending shivers through her body.

Damn, this man was such a devil, why did he have to look so good for no reason? She was falling into his trap.

"If this is your way of playing hard-to-get, congratulations, you've succeeded!"

Lowering his head, he wanted to kiss her.

Damn it, still playing hard-to-get, aren't you a bit too self-absorbed?

Jessica had a starry-eyed expression on her face and sweetly smiled, "First, let's clarify, how much for a night with you?"

If it was too expensive, and she couldn't afford it. Originally, she had planned to wait for Marcus to name a price, then she would say she couldn't afford it and make a quick escape. Who would have thought that plans always fail to keep up with changes?

Marcus's face turned ashen.

Damn it!

He, Mr. Marcus, had never thought he would fall to the point of being bought by a woman.

Furious, he chuckled and provocatively lifted Jessica's chin, his deep eyes possessing a mesmerizing charm that made Jessica unable to help but indulge in it.

"1 million US dollars, I'll buy you for a night!" Marcus said.

Boom!

Jessica's mind exploded!

Oh no, what she currently hated the most was someone who relied on money and acted high and mighty.

Her burning anger erupted like a roaring fire, and with a sweet smile, Jessica arrogantly lifted her head, exuded a queenly aura, proud and defiant, "10 million US dollars, I'll buy you for a night, how about that?"

Damn it, who has more money? I can use the money to crush you to death!

Tell me how many hell bank notes you want, and I'll burn as much as you want!

It had been a chaotic night, filled with ambiguity to the extreme.

Jessica woke up in the morning, feeling sore all over her body, cursing Marcus in her heart countless times.

This man was nothing but an inhuman person, too ruthless!

Her body was covered with numerous bruises and marks left by him – some from gripping, some from kissing. Jessica purposely ignored the marks she left on Marcus's back, cursing him in her heart over and over again.

Her petite body had been tightly held in his embrace, and it took Jessica a great deal of effort to break free. With the dawn approaching, she hastily put on her clothes, enduring the pain in her lower body. She couldn't help but curse Marcus a few more times. Finally dressed, she reached into her pocket, finding only a hundred dollars.

A hundred dollars for 10 million hell bank notes, is that enough?

She didn't care. He was the one who benefited from it, while she was the one who suffered losses. If it was not enough, he would have to make up for it.

Spending a hundred dollars, she felt extremely distressed. She scolded herself for exchanging money for pain. Was she out of her mind?

In Jessica's calculations, Mr. Marcus wasn't worth a hundred dollars. It was truly a bargain. She reckoned Mr. Marcus would be close to spitting blood when he found out.

With this in mind, Jessica felt completely justified leaving the money on the table and kindly tearing a piece of paper to write a few words: inhuman person, this is your selling-your-body money. Goodbye!!

Jessica surreptitiously slipped out of the room, fleeing like a fugitive.

She would go home and settle accounts with Karen. How dare she drug her? Did she want to die?

******

Mr. Marcus woke up, and the sky was already beginning to brighten. Its comfortable embrace and a pause later, he felt something amiss. Suddenly opening his eyes, the room was empty, leaving only him. His eyes narrowed slightly, his bewitching features taking on a dangerous hue in the morning light – looking both lazy and deadly.

Damn that little brat.

She actually managed to escape?

Well, nobody escapes from the hands of Marcus. This naughty girl...oh... tastes pretty good.

He was a bit intrigued. Mr. Marcus was now a classic example of acquiring the taste after the first bite.

His gaze fell on the hundred dollars on the table, its vivid color catching his attention. An unpleasant premonition arose within him, and Marcus's eyes twitched at the corners. It better not be what he was thinking.

He had underestimated Jessica's evil nature.

When he saw the graceful words on the paper, Marcus's eyes darkened, and a murderous aura emanated from his body.

Inhuman person?

A hundred dollars?

Selling-your-body money?

Alright, very well!!!

Mr. Marcus grabbed the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and smiled twistedly.

******

The old and dilapidated slums of City W.

The old and dilapidated houses, the dirty and smelly streets, and the crowded crowds, everywhere exude the hardships of the lowest level of urban life. Surrounded by skyscrapers, only this section is dilapidated.

Jessica carried a small suitcase and walked out of the crowded street.

"Jessica, have a good time with your aunt in France, don't worry about Dad. Study hard, Dad is sorry for you." Mr. Miller's eyes were swollen and he cried all night. Since marrying Karen's mother, he has felt guilty towards Jessica. "Dad is incompetent. And I have been mediocre all my life, unable to do anything for you. Fortunately, your aunt is taking you abroad, so you don't have to suffer with me. I can also give an account to your mother."

"Dad, don't say that." Jessica hugged her father. "I'm going to France, not disappearing. Dad, you can rest assured. I'll come back in the future and I'll make sure you live a comfortable life."

"Brother-in-law, don't worry, I will take good care of Jessica." Agnes Lopez said lovingly.

"Dad, Karen is very shady outside and owes a lot of money. You must not get involved, just live your own life well. She's already an adult, she will take care of herself. Besides, you have no obligation to do anything for her, remember?" This was what Jessica was most worried about.

Mr. Miller nodded.

After returning that day, Jessica directly beat up Karen. Despite her innocent appearance, she had a strong temperament and forced Karen to confess everything. However, Karen was still not giving up, trying to sell Jessica to an underground auction. Luckily her aunt had taken her to France to study, otherwise, she would have been in big trouble. She was worried about her father.

The taxi started and Jessica watched her slightly stooped father, tears streaming down her face.

Dad, wait for me to come back, I will make sure you live a comfortable life.

******

At the traffic lights, a silver luxury sports car was parked.

Mr. Marcus's recent temper was very bad. He was about to return to Australia and he couldn't find the whereabouts of that girl.

That bad girl, he was determined to find her and make her pay for what she had done. Even if she ran to the ends of the earth, he would find her and make her pay the price.

Those pair of bright eyes were very charming!

Her taste, so addictive, is captivating.

Damned girl!

Mr. Marcus was unwilling to accept that their relationship would end like this. There was always a voice in his heart shouting that she was the one he was looking for. This special feeling made his heart race, and he didn't reject it.

His slender eyeliner slightly lifted, suddenly stopped. Was that the bad girl?

In the taxi, Jessica was absentmindedly looking at the necklace Mr. Miller had given her, not noticing Mr. Marcus's gaze.

The traffic lights changed, and the car started moving. It was rush hour, with heavy traffic. Marcus had to closely follow, afraid of losing her.

Driving like this was very dangerous.

On the high curve, as a result of the taxi in front of him turning, Marcus became anxious and recklessly cut in, and as a result, tragedy struck. A truck coming from behind violently collided with his sports car, causing Marcus and his car to flip several times...

Bad girl, don't go...

Before falling into a coma, Marcus's only thought was intense and persistent!

Inside the car, Jessica's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sharp pang before she turned her head blankly. Who was calling her?

"There's been a car accident at high speed," the driver said.

Jessica felt somewhat uneasy, and it took a long time for her to calm down.

As the ambulance rushed Marcus to the hospital, Jessica also boarded a flight to France.

The girl waved with a bright smile and shouted, "Goodbye, America, I will be back soon!"

******

Eight years later

W City, airport.

A finely dressed little boy stood in the airport lobby with snow-white skin, delicate features, and a tender and lovable appearance. Despite his adorable face, he wore an elegant smile, resembling a child version of a gentleman.

Every detail was unbelievably perfect, causing a sensation among many travelers, from elder people to little children.

"Henry..."

"Mommy, I'm here!" Henry Miller waved his little hand, smiling to greet his beloved mother.

Jessica had golden curly hair, wore sunglasses, a red shirt, a wide black belt with scattered diamonds around the waist, cropped denim trousers, and a pair of red high heels, stylish yet pure.

Finally, they were back!

After missing their hometown for seven years, even the air felt fresher than in Paris.

"My darling, how does it feel to be back home?" Jessica steadied the suitcase, leaned down, and planted a big kiss on Henry's face. She loved him so much.

"The weather is better than in Paris."

Jessica took off her sunglasses, revealing an extremely pure face with a sweet smile, concealing her devious thoughts, "Let's go, let's go see our Aunt Grace. Remember, when you see her, you have to give her a big kiss so that we can have a feast for the two of us."

"Understood, Mommy!" Henry nodded solemnly.

The mother and son conspired as they headed toward the exit.

Her son was truly clever.

******

"Sir, what are you looking at?" The Smith family's steward at the airport lobby asked curiously.

Old Mr. Alston's sharp gaze was fixed on the mother and son's silhouettes, lost in thought.

"Did you see that little boy just now?" Old Mr. Alston's voice was slightly cold.

The steward followed his gaze, only catching a glimpse of Henry's tender back.

"What's wrong?" the steward inquired.

That child and Marcus... bore a striking resemblance. Though it was just a passing glance...

But that little boy's face, though tender, resembled the one he had seen when he first met that child years ago.

Old Mr. Alston's face darkened as he shook his head, "It's nothing, perhaps I saw it wrong. Let's go."

"Yes."

Grace Wright was Jessica's close friend during her studies abroad, and their relationship was very deep. She returned to the country three days before Jessica and her son.

As soon as Henry arrived, Grace hugged and kissed him without stopping, immediately welcoming them and preparing to entertain them.

This was a very famous local restaurant known for its unique regional flavors, attracting customers from far and wide.

After getting out of the car, Jessica went to the restroom. Grace let Henry get out the car and wait as she went to park. When Henry got off, Grace came over from the other side and waved to Henry, "Sweetheart, come over here."

Henry ran over with a smile, but he didn't notice and bumped into a man, almost falling, and his little foot stepped on the man.

"Sorry!" Henry quickly apologized and bowed. He grew up in France and was an elegant young gentleman.

After apologizing and seeing that the man wasn't angry with him, he walked over slowly. Grace saw that he was unharmed and felt relieved, and then took him into the restaurant.

"Marcus, what's wrong?" A pretty woman intimately hooked her arm with his and asked with a sweet smile.

Why was he staring at that kid all the time?

Marcus shook his head, his cold eyes narrowing slightly. For some reason, when the child bumped into him, it seemed to touch the softest part of his heart, causing a slight flutter. Marcus regretted a bit that he hadn't seen the boy's face more clearly.

"It's nothing, let's go!" The two of them walked arm in arm into the neighboring restaurant.

Jessica returned to America for two weeks and everything went smoothly. Grace rented a house for her and her son near the school, just a ten-minute walk away. The area had convenient transportation, complete facilities, and a quiet neighborhood, which was very suitable for them.

Jessica took Henry to see Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller and his second wife, Irma Baker, still lived in the slums. Seven years ago, Karen was caught by the underground market for owing high-interest loans and since then, she had disappeared without a trace. The person behind it was sinister and vicious, not Mr. Miller, and Karen's mother, as commoners, could provoke.

Due to their difficult life, Irma's temper worsened, but Mr. Miller was a very gentle person and often endured her. They lived a very hard life.

In recent years, Jessica had been busy with her studies, taking care of Henry, and working part-time. She had been too busy to return to her home country, only calling Mr. Miller every week to catch up.

Eight years had passed and seeing Mr. Miller with white temples, Jessica felt an indescribable sense of discomfort.

"Jessica? Is that Jessica?" Irma's eyes lit up when she saw Jessica's fashionable appearance. "Jessica, hurry up and take us away from here. I've had enough of it here. Your father is useless, working hard all his life and not saving a penny. Fortunately, there's you, a good daughter, to take care of us. Hurry up and take us away. I'm legally your mother, and you must support me!"

"I only have one mother, and you are just my stepmother," Jessica smiled sweetly.

Damn it, a leopard can't change its spots. She's talking about support obligation. If it weren't for my father's sake, I'd dismantle you. If it weren't for you and your daughter's greed, my father wouldn't have suffered so much over the years.

"What are you saying? You are being unfilial! Oh, why is my life so miserable? Jessica, I don't care, you must take me away!" Irma wailed and cried on the ground while Mr. Miller appeared helpless.

Henry tugged at Jessica's sleeve with his tender voice full of innocence, "Mommy, you taught me what 'brain-dead' means last time, and I understand now."

Irma's voice was stunned and stopped as Jessica laughed, "My darling is so clever!"

"How dare you curse me, you wild child... Ouch!"

Snap!

The sharp scream suddenly stopped, and Jessica slapped without hesitation, "You dare, say it again!"

Jessica had a very innocent appearance, always wearing a harmless smile that was clear and attractive. Only those familiar with her knew that this woman was a first-class schemer. Even if she wanted to cut you into pieces in her heart, she would still be smiling on the outside.

At this moment, she finally tore apart this sweet and innocent mask, her eyes flashing with anger. If it weren't for the lack of resources, she would have wanted to break a stick and hit her with it.

Anyone who dared to touch her baby, she would strike back for one, and for two, she would strike for a pair.

Irma was frightened by her and cried out, "Daughter hit her mother, daughter hit her mother... Come and reason with her...Oh...no..."

Damn!

Why don't you become an actress? You could easily win some kind of best-acting award just like that.

"Have you had enough of your tantrum?" Mr. Miller, unable to bear it any longer, took Jessica and Henry away. How could he have been so blind to marry her back then? She had ruined his entire life!

"Dad, come and live with me, let me take care of you. I've been working in France for a year, working part-time during my studies and I've saved up some money. I can take care of you and Henry, no problem."

Mr. Miller sighed, and patted his grandson's head, "Jessica, don't worry about it. You know Irma's temperament. If I go to live with you, she will too, and she has a gambling habit. If there's no money at home, she can restrain herself a bit, but if she knows you have money, she will be extravagant. I can't burden you. It's not easy for my daughter to have success. I can't ruin it for my sake. Besides, you have to think of Henry too."

"Dad... Do you want me to just watch you suffer?"

"Dad is used to it. As long as you all are doing well, Dad is satisfied."

"Well, Dad, I'll bring Henry to see you when I have time. If you have time, come and stay with us for a few days. Henry will be very happy too."

"Yes, Grandpa, Henry wants to hear your stories."

"Good boy. Grandpa understands."

******

After school, Little Henry went to the nearby market to buy vegetables, meat, and groceries. As he passed by the park, he saw an old man sitting on a bench.

He was wearing a fitted suit and exuded a very dignified aura.

Not far away, a long Rolls-Royce luxury car was parked at the side of the road, and a man was anxiously making a phone call, urging someone to tow the car.

It looks like the car broke down!

The two were almost face to face, Old Mr. Alston suddenly stood up in excitement, his face changed dramatically, startling Henry.

"You..."

Henry was puzzled, and then he smiled gracefully, "Hello, sir!"

Old Mr. Alston was shocked, the little boy he met at the airport that day, that glimpse, looked a lot like Marcus, and now, even more so!

Those facial features, that disguised elegance, were almost identical.

"Who is your father?" Old Mr. Alston suddenly asked, too shocked, the dominant figure in the business world for many years, he couldn't control his trembling voice.

"Sir, do you always ask a stranger who their father is?" Henry smiled.

Old Mr. Alston paused for a moment, and suddenly the phone rang, he picked it up. Henry was about to leave, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard the first thing he said.

"Marcus's secretary needs to be replaced?" Old Mr. Alston asked sternly, his face darkening.

Henry raised an eyebrow, with a pensive look on his face.

"Well, in that case, let Crystal be his secretary. With Crystal watching over him, I can feel a bit relieved at least!" Old Mr. Alston's voice was extremely cold.

Henry's lips gracefully curved but with a hint of coldness.

His blue pupils flashed a hint of mockery, then disappeared, returning to the graceful young gentleman.

"Yes, that's it!" Old Mr. Alston hung up the phone, locked his eyes on Henry's face, and repeated, "Who is your father?"

Henry smiled, exceptionally elegant, "He is a teacher, you don't need to know!"

He stepped forward and left.

"A teacher?" Old Mr. Alston pursed his lips, then sighed.

Perhaps it's just a coincidence, how could Marcus have any relation with such common people?

As Henry approached the apartment door, he took out his phone and dialed a number, "Aunt Grace, please do me a favor..."

******

Noblefull Group, President's Office

Marcus sat on the genuine leather sofa, wearing a well-fitted suit, with a devilishly handsome face and a cold, piercing gaze. This young president exuded an air of elegance mingled with indifference.

The slanting sunlight poured in, casting scattered, mesmerizing shadows on him, adding a layer of captivating charm.

Marcus Smith, 28 years old, the third young master of the Smith family, graduated from Harvard University and took over Noblefull Group four years ago. With his talent and abilities, he made a name for himself in the business world within a few short years, elevating Noblefull Group to new heights.

His iron-fisted style and decisive decision-making consistently made him unbeatable in the business world, wielding immense influence.

At the same time, he was known as a playboy president. With his immense wealth and handsome appearance, Marcus was the object of affection for elite ladies and sought after by celebrities, regardless of their background, they all couldn't escape his charm.

Rumors had it that Crystal Walker, the heiress of the Walker Family Group, was his official girlfriend, and they were already at the stage of discussing marriage. Major newspapers had also reported intimate photos of the two of them together.

Even so, Marcus' frequency of changing partners still astonished people. Whether they were actresses, elite ladies, or innocent girls, as long as Marcus set his sights on them, they couldn't escape his pursuit.

Except for Crystal, no woman had ever stayed by his side for more than ten days. Mr. Marcus' rules of engagement were simple: easy come, easy go. His wealth and handsomeness were alluring, while his coldness and iron-fisted approach kept these women from daring to get too entangled with him.

Hence, he was known as the playboy president.

At this moment, he furrowed his brows, looking quite displeased, as his icy gaze fell upon his secretary, Nancy Scott.

Nancy broke out in a cold sweat. Although she was the wife of his friend, she couldn't help but feel afraid when faced with Marcus' icy gaze. Who knew she would suddenly become pregnant and have to take a leave?

"Mr. Marcus, I will choose a suitable secretary to take over my position."

"No need!" Marcus said coldly, his slender eyes narrowing. "Go and inform the HR department to recruit a new one."

Nancy hesitated for a moment, taking the risk of being scolded to say, "Mr. Marcus, I have a suitable candidate to recommend. Can you consider?"

Oh, no! Marcus' expression was truly terrifying. Would she fail even before she started?

"Speak!"

"Yes, I have a friend who worked as a secretary under the president of Husdow Group for a year. She is currently looking for a job in the country, and I am certain of her outstanding abilities. She is more than capable of taking over my position as a secretary."

Husdow Group? Being able to serve as a secretary for a year under that control freak, there was no doubt about her capabilities. Lionel, that pervert, changed his secretary every month, with many quirks and strict demands. He rejected secretaries who fawned over him and those who were just decorative. Any secretary who could last under him for three months was considered one of the most top-notch in the world.

"Submit her resume directly to the HR department. No need for an interview!" Marcus decisively stated, "Let her start formally on Monday!"

"Yes!"

******

An Apartment.

Jessica, holding the phone, was stunned and speechless for a while after hearing Grace's words.

"Darn it, Grace, are you out of your mind? You gave my resume to Noblefull Group! Ugh, I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, sis, I had to ask Nancy to put in a good word for you. What's your problem? The salary is 70,000 dollars a month! If I had the ability, I'd have taken the job myself. Is it your turn now? Also, your sweetheart, Little Henry said you agreed. I only gave Nancy your resume because of that. Oh well, I don't care. It's done, anyway. Report to Noblefull Group's CEO's office on the 36th floor on Monday. Got it? I'm busy, gotta go. Talk tonight."

Jessica, "..."

"Mommy, I'm sorry. I thought you were in a hurry to find a job, so I agreed to Aunt Grace," Henry sat at the table, looking distressed, his fair face on the edge of tears.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. Mommy initially promised Mr. Quincy to work at his company... It's nothing, we can just push it back. It's nothing. I will talk to Mr. Quincy."

"Mommy, are you not mad at me?" Henry raised his head and asked softly, with tears still shimmering in his eyes.

"If Henry sells mommy, mommy will help Henry count the money," Jessica kissed her son's tender cheek, not noticing the cunning smile that flashed across Henry's lips.

Oh, Mommy, I did sell you!