President Brown's Rebellious Wife

10 a.m., executive office of Vic Media.

"Nancy, our new movie is short of funds. Find Francis Jones for hundreds of millions!"

A hot woman with big wavy curly hair opened the door. She, June Taylor, was another partner of Vic Media and the best friend of Nancy Moore.

"A few hundred million? Do you really know how much it is? My relationship with him is not so good that I could borrow hundreds of millions from him!" Nancy Moore glanced at her and said angrily.

"Sleeping in the same bed for three years in total and no improvement of your relationship has been made. Look at you!" June Taylor stared at her exasperatedly.

Three years ago, Nancy Moore's grandfather passed away suddenly, and his biological father contended with her for the right to operate the company, leaving Moore Media at risk of bankruptcy.

At such a crisis, Nancy Moore did not turn to Francis Jones for help.

It was still June Taylor who couldn't bear it anymore, resigned, and took her mother's dowry to invest in Moore's, helping Nancy Moore recapture the company's management rights. Nancy Moore took the initiative to rename Moore Media as Vic Media.

Now it was just a new movie short of funds. She would rather persuade the investors than speak to Francis Jones.

Nancy Moore supported her face with one hand and said casually, "Or, if I kick Francis Jones out, would you please introduce me another rich guy who could invest in our new movie?"

"Your best years have already gone. With such a bad temper, who dare to marry you? If you really divorce Francis Jones, I will raise my hands and feet to support you. We will not be worried about not having enough money to make a movie if you take half of his money away." June Taylor said excitedly.

Nancy Moore pretended to say angrily, "I'm only 26 years old!"

"Would you like me to take you to the practice room to see those handsome young boys? The sixteen-or-so-year-old boys are exquisitely handsome. I can't even tell whether they are men or women. Do you think you are young? Divorce as soon as possible. If you wait a few more, you will turn 30." June Taylor relentlessly counted.

Nancy Moore laughed with a ridicule, "Acting as Mrs. Jones for the past three years was really a shame for me. But I don't want to make room for Lucy Miller at all!"

"It's just a man. Is it worth?" June Taylor put away the papers, knocked on the table, and smiled flatteringly, "Can I temporarily keep Little Kitty and Little Earthworm in your house during these few months of my business trip?"

"June Taylor , your taste is really special. You even keep earthworms?" Nancy Moore was stunned, "Little kitty can eat cat food. Excuse me, what do the little earthworms eat? Mud?"

"Meat!" Sam Brown suddenly poked his head from behind the sofa.

Nancy Moore now noticed that there was an extra person in the office.

Her eyes were fixed on Sam Brown's face. At first glance, she thought the boy's skin was very white and clean.

His hair was short, dark and translucent, and his facial features were as delicate as carvings.

His dark eyes were clear and bright. Under his tall nose, his lips were thin, and his chin was very beautiful.

"This boy is really handsome!" Nancy Moore couldn't help but exclaim, and gently pushed June Taylor, "Your new love?"

June Taylor rolled her eyes, "Can you stop being so mean?"

"Where did he do the plastic surgery?" Nancy Moore immediately got up and decided to have a closer look.

Nancy Moore was wearing a dark blue suit today. The button of the suit was just below the plump chest, lined with a white base shirt.

The lower body was a high-waisted fishtail skirt, which wrapped her just right and was extremely sexy. The long beautiful legs were attractive. There were a pair of stilettos on her feet...

The rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes was getting closer and closer to Sam Brown.

Sam Brown met Nancy Moore's inquiring gaze, smiling and proudly saying, "I had my surgery in my mother's belly."

His voice was so clear that it sounded very comfortable.

Especially when he smiled, a shallow dimple appeared on his cheeks, which looked pleasing.

Nancy Moore was close to his face. Sam Brown could only feel his heart pounding. When he felt that she was about to kiss her, she suddenly straightened her waist and pulled away from him. "No trace of cosmetic surgery. Gege, you have a good taste this time! "

June Taylor got angry for a moment, "He is my brother, Sam Brown."

"I'm the Little Earthworm!" Sam Brown shrugged playfully. "Besides, I don't eat mud!"

"Eh..." Nancy Moore felt so awkward. What did she just do?

She knew that June Taylor had a half-brother, but did not expect it to be such a beautiful boy!

"After your mother remarried, there were a lot of genetic improvements. He looks better than you!" Nancy Moore lowered her voice and whispered meanly to June Taylor.

"I'm also pretty! Okay?" June Taylor glared at her, reassuring, "In the three months I've been on the business trip, take care of my Little Kitty and Little Earthworm. Okay?"

"No problem!" Nancy Moore stared at Sam Brown's face, changing the scout in seconds, "Little Earthworm, do you want to be famous? I can help you!"

"Sister, does your friend want to find an excuse of being famous so that she could do those unspoken things with me?" Sam Brown nervously embraced his chest, as if Nancy Moore was a female satyr.

"You think too much. She likes older men and has a husband. Her husband abused her thousands of times, but she treats her husband like her first love. Therefore, you can rest assured!" June Taylor patted Sam Brown's shoulder and comforted.

"Loyal wife?" Sam Brown tilted his head and looked at her with a smile.

Nancy Moore heard what she said, heartbroken.

Loyal wife... She really was!

"Unfortunately, Francis Jones likes angelic bitch. There is no way out as a loyal wife!" June Taylor shook her head and went out holding the file.

Nancy Moore had a look of pain in her eyes. At this moment, the phone suddenly rang. Francis Jones's call!

"What's the matter?" Nancy Moore calmed down and answered the call.

"Today is Friday!" Francis Jones's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Nancy Moore laughed with ridicule. It was rare for him to remember the pre-marital agreement: going home for dinner on Friday and did not spend the night outside.

"I see, I'll go back earlier." Nancy Moore hung up the phone, raised her eyes and glanced at the handsome boy on the sofa, "Little Earthworm, let me buy you a dinner tonight!"

"Your smile... Did you have any conspiracy?" Sam Brown stared at Nancy Moore alertly.

"Your sister and I are good friends. You are like my real brother. How can I harm you?" Nancy Moore smiled slyly.

"I'll put Little Kitty here!" June Taylor pushed in the door, holding a box with a Scottish Fold, cat food and cat litter.

"Sister, your friend invited me to dinner tonight. Should I go?" Sam Brown always felt that Nancy Moore was really smiling, which made him frighten.

"Tonight?" June Taylor looked at Nancy Moore with a questioning look.

"Little Earthworm has dinner with me tonight. You have to pack your luggage. So you might be busy tonight." Nancy Moore meant something else. Sam Brown did not understand, but June Taylor knew.

Before Francis Jones married Nancy Moore, Mr. Jones, Francis Jones's father, forced Francis Jones to sign a prenuptial agreement.

According to the agreement, as long as Francis Jones was in the Phoenix City, Francis Jones must go home to accompany Nancy Moore for dinner every Friday, and he must not stay out overnight. If he breached the contract, he was deemed to have voluntarily given up the right to inherit the Jones family.

After three years of marriage, when Francis Jones didn't want to go home, he chose to travel for business on Friday.

On days when he was not on a business trip, he would take different women home to accompany Nancy Moore for dinner. As long as he can hurt Nancy Moore, he was always happy to do so.

Today was Friday. Francis Jones was going home for dinner!

June Taylor's eyes met Nancy Moore's eyes and asked, "Do you mean to start a war with Francis Jones?"

"Can't I?" Nancy Moore smiled and looked at Sam Brown with such a clear and beautiful face. Taking him home would surely make Francis Jones angry.

In the past three years, she didn't know how many mistresses Francis Jones had. She was almost turning into a push-over. So it was time to fight back!

"Okay, I support you!" June Taylor put the box on the coffee table in the office, stepped forward and kicked Sam Brown, who was lying on the sofa and playing with his phone. "Games, games, games. All you know is gaming. Remember the courtesy in other people's home!"

Sam Brown shrank his legs and said impatiently, "I know!"

......

At seven in the evening, Francis Jones stepped into the door and heard someone talking in the room.

"Sister, when should we have dinner?" Sam Brown was sitting on the sofa, smelling the scent of the restaurant from time to time. But Nancy Moore didn't mean to start the dinner. Maybe Someone else would come to dinner?

"Eat the chicken first. Dinner will be ready in a moment!" Nancy Moore took a roasted chicken wing from the plate and walked towards the sofa. But her feet were suddenly tripped by the coffee table.

The whole person flew uncontrollably towards the sofa, Sam Brown instinctively reached out and hugged her.

The female's soft body was close to him. Her lips hit his lips. And when she struggled to get up, her chin hit his chest again.

Sam Brown felt only a warm lip, and his eyes widened in shock. When he realized what was happening, his ears turned red.

Nancy Moore froze and saw Sam Brown's flustered face, embarrassed.

What the hell was she doing!

This was the first time Sam Brown had looked at Nancy Moore so closely. Her eyelashes were particularly long, just like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and her pale cheeks were baby pink, with the delicate red lips like rose petals. He couldn't help but want to kiss her.

He thought so, and really did it...

Seeing his lips come together to kiss her, Nancy Moore decisively shoveled the chicken wings into his mouth, and said, "Sorry!"

At this time, a cold voice came from behind her, "Mrs. Jones, I fulfill my prenuptial agreement and come back to have dinner with you!"

Nancy Moore was stunned, and quickly got up, just meeting the ironic expression of Francis Jones.

Francis Jones apparently did not expect to see such a wonderful scene.

He stared coldly at the sofa. It was a young boy who looked like he was just 18, immature, clean and well-behaved. And there was a touch of inexplicable charm between his eyebrows.

"Is Mrs. Jones so horny?" Francis Jones showed disgust.

For three years, she thought that she had been used to his indifference and irony, but her heart... Why did it still hurt so much?

Nancy Moore looked at Sam Brown who was innocent, and felt sorry for him.

"Little Earthworm, wash your hands to have dinner!" Nancy Moore suppressed the sting in his heart with a soft sound.

Sam Brown's face turned to the gate, and he saw Francis Jones's tall figure standing there.

"Come on!" Nancy Moore saw Sam Brown stay still, and hurried again.

Sam Brown bit the chicken wing and stood up calmly to go to the bathroom.

Nancy Moore calmed down, turned and calmly faced Francis Jones's deep black eyes.

His handsome face was as cold as ice now, and his thin lips were in a straight line, extremely indifferent.

Because of his appearance, the villa, which was just warm up, was even colder!

"I made the steamed perch you like." Nancy Moore said calmly.

"Come in!" Francis Jones didn't respond, but turned around, looking softly at the woman behind him.

Nancy Moore was indifferent. In the past three years, he often brought different women back, and she had learned to sit idly by.

"Nancy, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Lucy Miller appeared at the gate wearing an elegant white dress. She naturally put her hands on Francis Jones's arm, smiling gently.

Hearing this voice, Nancy Moore shook, and her heart seemed to be torn apart. This pain gradually spread to her whole body.

Lucy Miller, her half-sister, Francis Jones's all-time lover!

Nancy Moore did not expect that tonight, the woman Francis Jones brought back would be Lucy Miller!

Lucy Miller deliberately tilted her head and leaned on Francis Jones's shoulder, smiling softly and tenderly. "Nancy doesn't seem to welcome me."

Francis Jones twitched a sarcastic smile. His deep eyes stared at Nancy Moore with a bitter chill.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to come back." Nancy Moore narrowed her eyes, revealing a slight arc.

"Time for dinner." Francis Jones said in a deep voice.

Nancy Moore raised her eyebrows, gave a cold glance at Lucy Miller, and said politely, "I didn't prepare for an extra visitor."

"Then she takes yours." Francis Jones interrupted Nancy Moore coldly.

Lucy Miller sneered slightly, and her eyes showed her pride that could not be concealed. With a dignified smile, she held Francis Jones and sat down at the table.

Sam Brown's tall figure was hidden in the dark, and he looked sternly at the situation in the restaurant.

When Nancy Moore invited him to have dinner tonight, he felt her smile was sly, but he didn't expect that his sister June Taylor allowed her to pit him.

At this dinner, not only did Nancy Moore's husband attend, the angelic bitch also presented.

How could he eat in such situation?

Nancy Moore said to Lucy Miller seriously, "That's my seat."

Lucy Miller looked at Francis Jones anxiously, "Francis, Nancy is not happy. I think you'd better send me back."

"Where can't you sit?" Francis Jones glanced at Nancy Moore indifferently. "Lucy is my guest. Just let her sit here."

Lucy Miller looked at Nancy Moore gleefully, and did not mean to stand up to give way.

"I will never let you take my place." Nancy Moore said puns, showing a firm attitude.

Hearing that, Francis Jones could not help changing his expression into indifference, staring coldly at Nancy Moore with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

"Your position was stolen from Lucy. It never belongs to you!" Francis Jones's words, like a sharp arrow, pierced Nancy Moore's heart.

She only felt a choking pain in her chest, her body trembling with grief and anger...

She looked angrily at the two people at the table, clenched her fists, raised her proud head, and said coldly, "Since I have already taken it away, now it is mine!"

As his legal wife, Nancy Moore didn't allow herself to leave lonely, nor could she tolerate Lucy Miller occupying her title of Mrs. Jones and accompanying her husband to eat what she prepared carefully.

"Nancy Moore!" Francis Jones gritted his teeth and called out her name.

"You are not qualified to eat the food I cook!" Nancy Moore smiled. And this smile was also mixed with contempt that made Lucy Miller feel helpless.

As soon as the words fell, she came forward gracefully and calmly, holding a corner of the tablecloth, and threw it vigorously.