Chapter 1
At The Grand Plaza Hotel, in the Presidential Suite-- Several cameras, adjusted and arranged, are distributed in all corners of the room, and eight heavily made-up women sit in a circle around the bed, staring like wolves at their prey, Michael Grant, who is tied up tightly not far away. Michael Grant, a legend in the business world of S city, the president of Atlantic Corporation, has a combination of money, honor, power and looks, making him the top bachelor. He is the man of the hour for many celebrities, but maintains an ascetic image and has become the husband of the nation. Lila Johnson's first order of business upon her return to the United States is to get her hands on him and tie him up in order to make her way up the ladder and become Michael Grant's wife. The weird atmosphere permeates the space, the lustful atmosphere does not seem to disturb the mastermind aside Lila Johnson, who is completely immersed in her own world at this moment, the whole person is sitting loosely on the sofa, her long seaweed-like hair draped over her shoulders, her red lips pursed, and she concentrates on painting her own nails, appearing to be very calm. Until she finished painting the last nail, repeatedly scrutinizing her "work", her face showed a trace of satisfaction smile, hooked up the corner of her mouth. Her nails were the scarlet color of her choice, as eye-catching as blood. Satisfied, Lila put away her nail polish, casually pulled her hair back, and got up to walk towards the man who was being watched by many women. Michael Grant was lying on the floor in the center of the suite, bound tightly with rough twine, his well-tailored suit wrinkled, his eyes dark and angry, like an abyss, with a chilling light, staring straight at Lila. Lila walked to Michael's side, stood still and stared at him for a few seconds, slowly crouched down, raised her arm, her red nails flashed in the light with a demonic glow, her fingertips gently slid over his handsome silhouette: "Michael Grant, to marry me, or to enjoy their company, you can only choose one. " Her eyes looked innocent and harmless, but in fact they were full of possessiveness that could not be refused. The familiar face, the familiar demeanor, the man who had once made her heart flutter, was now her guide to the abyss. Michael avoided her hand, his eyes could not hide his anger, and his cold voice carried a sense of oppression: "Lila Johnson, after six years of not seeing her, have you learned to use this tactic?" In the face of his refusal, Lila was not angry, withdrawing her hand, laughed out, "I have no power but can tie you up, and you have the power but are tied up by me, in the end who is more incapable?" If the eyes can hurt people, she felt that she had already been pierced by a million arrows. Michael swept a glance at the women around him, frowning slightly, showing his disgust: "What if I don't choose?" Such a humiliating threat and shameless tactic made him look at Lila in a different light. The air pressure in the room instantly dropped to freezing point at Michael's answer. Lila collected the smile at the corner of her mouth, walked to the side, quietly poured a glass of water for herself, and her tone was as calm as water: "Don't choose? A night in bed with eight women, or surrounded by eight women, which headline would you rather choose?" Six years ago, he said he would never settle. Six years later, she is forcing him to compromise. Michael is known for his coldness, his emotional cleanliness, and based on those two things, he just can't say no. At her words, Michael's brow furrowed, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. "I'll give you a minute to think about it, decide for yourself." Lila finished, sipped her water, then as if she thought of something, she kindly reminded, "Of course, if you really don't want to marry me, you can also choose the second option, I don't mind. I don't mind. I'm sure they won't mind either." When she said this, she pointed at those women. "Yeah, we don't mind ......" "Yeah, don't mind ......" Seeing Lila say this, the women, as if they had been given permission, chimed in, their voices chirping. "If that's your ultimate goal, I'll marry you, it won't take a minute." Her step by step pressing, those women's fawning voice constantly challenge his bottom line, at this moment, Michael is no longer willing to continue to entangle with these women. The perfume in the room filled his senses, stimulating him almost suffocated. Every pore was screaming unbearable. Taken by these women, he believed that Lila can do, also believe that she has this ability, because at this moment he, weak, not the ability to resist.
Chapter 2
"Very well." Satisfied with Michael Grant's knowledge of the times, Lila Johnson pilfered a folder containing the prepared agreement from a side table. She retraced her steps back to Michael, crouched down and placed the agreement next to his right hand, handing him another pen, "Now that you've agreed to marry me, sign it." Marriage Agreement. Michael smiled when he saw those words. Curious, Lila asked, "What are you smiling about?" "Lila Johnson, you've got some nerve." Michael said with unflinching sarcasm. Lila smiled, her eyes sparkling with fascination, "Thank you for the compliment, it's an honor." Disappointing him, wasn't it? But, I'm sorry, she was quite well prepared. Who was Michael, the man at the helm of Atlantic Corporation, an old fox in deep cover? How could she have dared to appear before him so ostentatiously if she hadn't been prepared? When he was defenseless, she did what she said, and when he was defenseless, how could she dare to take her place at the top? She knew this. She wasn't ashamed to take advantage of someone else's danger, but it was also her most powerful weapon at this stage. Michael didn't say anything, just glanced at Lila coldly, took the pen in her hand without expression, and waved it down. When he finally put down the pen, the original intact paper was scratched. "You've served your purpose, you can let them go now." "Yes." Lila looked at the signed agreement, a smile spread under her eyes, and turned to the women, "You can leave now, the labor fee has been paid to your cards, enough for you to live abroad." Those women heard the news, eyes glittering light, almost can not afford to look at Michael again, and then have silently left. "You've thought this through." Michael sneered. Lila immediately understood what he was referring to, gently hooked her lips and smiled: "Always walking by the river, how can you not wet your shoes? With Michael Grant's ability, if they just walk out of this door now, you may take revenge on them tonight, and I, how can I let my meritocracy be retaliated by you?" She puts the agreement away, walks to the window, and puts it in her bag. "In twenty minutes, someone will come to untie you and send you back, I'll leave first." After Lila finished speaking, she raised a seductive smile, ignored Michael's compelling gaze, turned around and walked towards the door, saying as she walked, "Tomorrow, I'll be staying at Grant Mansion, as Mrs. Grant." "Bang ......" The moment she walks out of the room and closes the door, Lila breathes a long sigh of relief as if she has been liberated. Tidying up her clothes, she put on her sunglasses again, stepped on her ten-centimeter high heels, and left with elegant steps. Michael, six years of refinement, just for the beginning with you-- Looking at the closed door of the room, Michael pursed his lips and fell into deep thought. He knew that Lila had recently returned to China, but he did not expect that she would appear in such an unexpected way, and create a "surprise" for him to meet again after a long time. Midnight, Grant Estate. Michael sat on the sofa with his legs folded, a cigarette in his hand, staring at the photo on the table in front of him through the smoky space, exuding an air of nonchalance. Finally, his eyes rested on a picture of a heavily made-up woman flirting with a blonde man. The woman in the photo was Lila Johnson, the woman who had kidnapped her that afternoon. --LILA JOHNSON. Early the next morning. When Lila walks into the Grant Estate parlor with her bags, Michael is sitting at the dining room table in a well-tailored suit, reading the newspaper with an unblinking eye. Ignoring the puzzlement, scrutiny, and amazement that surrounded her, Lila removed her sunglasses and walked straight to the table. At the jade-white table, she sat across from him, casually, with the air of a hostess, even though the man across from her never looked up at her. However, she did not care. Lila raised an extremely polite, bright smile and looked to the man beside her, "Help me put my bags in the master bedroom, please." The tone of her voice was relaxed and easy, as if she was ordering something as ordinary as possible. But this one sentence, took Butler Patrick by surprise.
Chapter 3
Master bedroom. If Patrick's not mistaken, that's Michael Grant's room. With a furtive glance at Michael, who was reading the newspaper and looking unconcerned, and a look at Lila Johnson, who was acting like a hostess, Patrick felt that there was nowhere to go or stay, and he was in a dilemma. "What? Can't you hear me?" Lila Johnson raised an eyebrow, her tone was disgruntled. "Mr. Grant," it was common sense that a strange woman in the house should be asked to leave, and that's what he'd done before. But this woman was obviously very familiar with Michael, and had even asked him to put her luggage in the master bedroom. He rationalized that it would be better to leave this thorny issue to Michael, and that if he handled it properly, and judging by his experience, he might have a very troubled time ahead of him. Michael put down the newspaper in his hand and looked over at Patrick. Although he was only receiving Michael's expressionless gaze, Patrick felt uncomfortable. Michael turned to Lila across the table, his eyes cold: "I only agreed to marry you, not to share a room with you." He was fine with being in a room, but not in a room together. This was the biggest concession he could make, and he hoped she wouldn't take it any further. At this moment, Patrick was sweating inside, it was too dangerous. In five minutes, he'd envisioned all sorts of things between them, but never this awkwardness. Lila heard this and tried to provoke him in a provocative way to achieve her goal: "What? What's wrong? Or you're not good enough, and you're afraid I'll find out?" What a way to say that he only promised to marry her, but refused to be in the same room with her. If she didn't want to live in his home and crawl into his bed, why would she go through all the trouble of forcing him to get married? And now to exclude her just because she didn't agree to share a room with him would be to ruin her plans? Did she ask his opinion? Did she give her permission? Patrick blushed at Lila's questioning, not even daring to make a sound. To Lila's surprise, Michael was not at all provoked by her, he picked up the coffee next to him, took a sip, put down the cup, and said to Patrick next to him, "Patrick, take her luggage to the guest room." What he wants, is not up to her. "Yes." After getting the order, Patrick, like getting a life-saving charm, quickly ran to the living room, lifted Lila's suitcase and went upstairs. Lila watched her luggage being carried away by Patrick, her heart felt like a punch to the cotton, but she quickly thought about it. It didn't matter, since she couldn't live in Michael's bedroom with a straight face, she could do it another way. She would definitely climb into Michael's bed anyway. --She'd climb into Michael's bed anyway. Late at night, in the guest room of Grant Estate, in front of the European-style floor-to-ceiling windows. Lila is leaning against the window. Her flaxen, wavy hair fell like seaweed over her shoulders and down to her waist. She is wearing a short black dress, wrapped tightly around her figure, holding a tall glass filled with red wine in her right hand, and her pale left arm resting easily in front of her body. From a distance, she looked like the queen of the night, with a surge of flavor. And the direction she had been gazing at was the front door of Grant Estate. It was here that she had stopped after dinner, and had not left for a moment. Until a bright light slowly approached in the darkness, her eyes finally changed slightly, and the corner of her lips curled up into a meaningful smile - Master bedroom. On the soft white sheets, Lila is holding her head in one hand and her wine glass in the other, looking towards the sound of water. From time to time, her delicate red lips take a sip. When she realizes that the sound of water in the bathroom has finally disappeared, she slowly puts the wine glass in her hand onto the nightstand, her empty hand resting casually on her snow-white long legs, the corner of her mouth revealing a seductive smile. At this moment, she is like a mermaid blooming in the dark night. Michael wiped his wet hair, while walking out of the bathroom. When he saw the woman lying on the bed, he stopped moving, his feet fixed. Lila, in front of him, was inviting him in a seductive position. However, seeing this scene, Michael's thoughts could not help but float back to that picture of her flirting and laughing with a blonde man, a haze instantly erupted from the bottom of his eyes, his thin lips slightly opened, his voice as cold as jade: "Are you going out by yourself, or should I ask someone to ask you to go out?"
Chapter 4
The pain in his lower lip stopped Michael Grant's movements, and his eyes grew scarlet. Both were still, lips to lips. Lila Johnson, a smile in her eyes, stares at Michael, gently sweeping her tongue across his lips in a provocative gesture. Feeling the stimulation of her tongue, Michael reached out and attached one hand to her soft body with irresistible force, giving it a slightly punishing squeeze. Seeing the woman lying underneath him frown slightly at the pain, Michael's movements became more and more unrestrained. He slipped his hand around her waist and directly under her skirt. Lila's body involuntarily trembled. Michael is very satisfied with this, pulling away from her lips, showing a smile, seeing her flushed cheeks, his hand movements are also not polite, in her skin twisted hard: "Lila, want to climb my bed is not so simple." The pain on her thighs made Lila feel irritated, but she immediately realized his intentions. She decided not to back down, since things had come to this point, how could she give up halfway? If she was going to crawl into his bed, she'd have to wait until she got her way. After realizing this, she decisively stretched out her hand again, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips- For her, this is a perfect opportunity. If she could just get close enough to him, she was confident that she could make him want her. As long as she could get him to fall in love with her, she was one step closer to realizing her plan. However, just as her lips were about to touch his, a sharp pain suddenly came to her abdomen. The familiar pain immediately made Lila's face turn ugly, and her original hand around his neck slowly withdrew, placing it on her abdomen, and her whole body immediately lay back on the bed. Taking advantage of this gap, Michael had already sat up, quickly picked up the scarf that had been thrown aside, and re-wrapped it around his waist. He coldly looked at the woman who was lying there with a somewhat strange face, and then noticed the belly she was covering, immediately understood, and could not help but sarcastically say, "Next time you want to climb into a man's bed, remember to pick a good day." Her stomach was already uncomfortable, and this sarcasm made Lila even more depressed. She coldly glanced at Michael, and unwillingly returned, "None of your business." After saying that, she covered her belly and got up from the bed, walked straight towards the door, completely ignoring the man who was mocking her in a weird way. Back to her own room, after cleaning up from the restroom out, Lila helplessly lying on the bed. In recent times, the relatives of the family have always been dilly-dallying, not caring that she did not expect that tonight would suddenly come when she was about to get her hands on, just in time to interrupt her good thing. Thinking of Michael telling her to pick a good day, she was annoyed, and the words kept lingering in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more upset she became, and finally Lila sat up from her bed and began to rummage around her room, trying to calm her agitation. When she opened the third shelf of the bedside table, her eyes were drawn to a woman's hairpin. Intuition told her that a woman had lived in this place. It turned out that Michael didn't dislike women, he just wasn't interested in her. Thinking about this, Lila felt a little bit of taste in her heart, but more than anything else, she felt resentful-- Michael went back to the bathroom after Lila left, and took a cold shower, his body telling him he had to get rid of the urge. When he came out of the shower, he vaguely heard some movement coming from outside the door-- In the doorway of the guest room, Lila stood with the air of a hostess, appearing to be very displeased with the contents of the house. As she gestured around the room, she instructed Butler Patrick, "Get rid of that." "Throw that away too." "This needs to be sterilized, take it out." ...... The thought that another woman had lived in this room filled her with jealousy. Had this woman climbed into Michael's bed? Did she eat breakfast with him every day? Was she the one he said he would settle for? "What are you doing?" At some point, Michael had stood beside her, not looking too good.
Chapter 5
Lila Johnson glanced at Michael Grant, then chose to ignore it, and continued to command, "Chop that nightstand into firewood for me." Michael Grant glanced at Patrick, who stood silent, and suddenly pulled Lila over to him, "What are you doing up in the middle of the night?" He thought that she was not feeling well and would go to her room to rest, obviously he thought wrong. But what is she doing now? "How do you know I'm crazy?" Lila asked rhetorically as she was forced to lock eyes with him, and then with a touch of sarcasm, "I thought you said I could sleep in the guest room. Now that I'm staying here, it's my room, and it's none of your business what I do with it." After saying that, she slapped away his hand that was holding her arm fiercely. No, it was a claw. "Madam, do all these things need to be replaced?" Patrick asked cautiously, pointing to a few of the furnishings in the room. "Yes, all new." Lila responded coldly, and then said to herself, "I would never want anything used by another woman." Though the last sentence was whispered, it did not escape the ears of Michael Grant, who glanced at her deeply, then turned away without further question. Lila sensed he was out the door and turned her head sideways, staring back at him with a sharp, knife-like gaze. In order to disinfect and replace all the items in the room, except Michael Grant, the others in Grant Mansion accompanied Lila until late at night before they could rest. Before letting Patrick and the others leave, she enthusiastically offered each of them some money for their labor, and even though they insisted on not taking it, she still insisted on giving it to them. Lila was instantly delighted with the new look of the room. Emotional cleanliness wasn't just Michael Grant's prerogative, she had it too. After a long time of tossing and turning, she finally felt sleepy, and then she laid down on the bed and prepared to fall asleep. Just when she was in a daze, the door of her room was knocked: "Knock knock ......" She got up and walked over, opening the door. At the door stood a half a hundred years old, kind-looking old woman, holding a cup in her hand, seeing her open the door, smiling and handing over the cup. Lila took the cup with some confusion, and looked down to see that it was filled with brown sugar water. She didn't seem to have asked for it, did she? Just as she was about to ask something, the old woman gestured for her to drink it while it was still hot. She immediately realized that this Mrs. might not be able to speak. Choking on the words she wanted to ask, she could only say, "I'll drink it, you go back and rest." The old woman smiled and nodded, turning to leave. After closing the door, Lila went straight to the bathroom, poured the cup of brown sugar water into the toilet, and pressed the flush button. Other than Michael Grant, she couldn't think of anyone else who knew that she wasn't feeling well, and she couldn't believe that the man was concerned about her. Trying to humiliate her with this? -- After a long night's sleep, Lila was back in her dreams, six years ago, that innocent little girl, all smiles, trailing behind the glittering Michael Grant like a little follower. In her dream, he showed her unparalleled tenderness and patience. In the dream, he always tires to help her clean up all kinds of trouble, and condone all her willfulness and dominance. Most importantly, her two sisters were there, and so was her father. It was incredibly real. And yet, it was too beautiful a dream to wake up from. When Lila woke up the next day, the sun was already shining. Sitting on the white, soft bed, she thought back to last night's dream, her eyes gradually dimmed, and her expression became heavy- How beautiful the dream was, but how harsh the reality was. The untouchable picture in the dream, she hated the person who ruined everything more and more. Michael Grant, everything that happened to the Johnson family is your fault. You'll have to pay your debt someday. Thinking of this, her body as if injected with newborn strength, deep breath, showing a touch of self-confidence and proud smile, as if the heavy expression just now, never appeared on her face. She lifted the blanket and got out of bed with determination.
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