Chapter One
As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious. The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere. "Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late." She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul. "Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight." Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed. "Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here." Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated. "I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here." Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night." Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight. Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder. "I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle. Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor. "Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight." "Why?" Emily asked subconsciously. Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up." When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass. In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.
Chapter Two
In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.
It was Draco.
"Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.
"How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.
Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"
The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.
"Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.
"You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.
"Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.
Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."
"The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.
Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.
Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."
As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.
Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.
Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.
"Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.
"Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."
Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.
Chapter Three
Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.
When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.
The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.
"She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.
"I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."
Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.
"Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.
The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.
"I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"
Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.
"Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.
Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.
She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"
Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."
Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.
"So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.
Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."
Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.
It was Draco.
He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."
Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."
Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.
The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.
Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."
She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.
Chapter Four
As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.
That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.
"Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."
Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."
Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"
Emily froze. "What do you mean?"
"The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."
A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.
Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"
The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.
"Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.
Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.
Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."
She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.
As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.
Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.
Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.
As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.
Chapter Five
The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.
One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.
'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'
"Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."
Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"
Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."
"What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.
"There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."
Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.
"You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"
Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"
Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.
"Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"
She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."
When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.
"My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."
Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."
"She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."
The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.
"The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."
As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.
Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"
But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.
"It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."
In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.
Chapter 1
"Michael Shaw sat at his desk, contemplating the assets in his name.
"Three billion in accounts, antiques and jewelry galore ......"
"Three percentage points in Tencent, five in Ali, and thirty-one in Haier Computer ......"
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From the first street food stalls and small restaurants, he gradually developed into a flourishing business, and became a secretive rich businessman.
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He nodded slightly. Indeed, he was a very good young man.
With all his wealth and accomplishments, he had never thought of pursuing luxurious pleasures.
In his spare time, he likes to golf, running ......
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He has a superb aura, exuding a cool male charisma.
"I'm forty-two years old now, and I originally planned to achieve my goal in thirty years, and then retire to the background, but I didn't expect that it would only take twenty-seven years to achieve it!"
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The garden is full of expensive flowers and plants, although the yard is very large, but it seems unusually cold.
Such a large villa, almost no one shadow.
In addition to a few servants and outside bodyguards, the house is only one person.
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Then, he made up his mind, "Looks like I need to find a wife and have a child."
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Alone, he had been able to go wherever he wanted and do whatever he wanted, a freedom that had once given him great pleasure.
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The appointment was at ten o'clock in the morning, at a teahouse in Haoran International Trade Center.
Michael agreed.
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He dressed casually in casual clothes, and casually swiped at the car keys hanging on the wall before he set off.
Rolls-Royce Phantom, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Ferrari, Lincoln ......
In the end, he chose the black Lincoln.
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"Oh, my God, the man."
He just sat down, the ladies on the scene like a tidal wave flocked to him, asking for all kinds of information about him, their eyes full of adoration.
"Handsome, let's talk?"
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One after the other, they made advances, about his financial situation.
On the software, he says he's from Silver City, currently runs two small businesses, owns several downtown condos, and earns ten million dollars a year.
This qualification made him an instant hit with the girls when he showed up at the party.
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The combination of wealth and beauty, even being a little older, didn't dampen the girls' enthusiasm, and they gazed at Michael with that sweet gaze.
"Tell me, what do you like about me?"
The girl across the table from Michael asked, looking at him with deep affection.
"TIM j..S...s."
The girl pondered for a moment, before stuttering, "I feel that you have a gentle character, and your looks are also very good, in fact, when I first saw you, I fell in love with you at first sight."
Oh!
Michael smiled slightly, thinking to himself, "It was love at first sight."
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One of them thought for a long time, and said imploringly, "You play golf very well, you know a lot of sports, you can speak several foreign languages, you're so talented, you're my dream future husband."
Oh! That's right.
The dream is this rich guy.
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In the face of the passion of those gold-digging women, Michael secretly feel helpless, only a few perfunctory words, and straight away.
Later, he went to register a dating software, but this time he went through a lot of deliberation, deliberately fill in the personal information as a wage earner.
Ordinary people.
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A few girls are overcome by his good looks and bravely confess their love, but Michael doesn't see eye to eye.
The blind date, once again, leaves him feeling bored.
Despite being favored by many girls, his heart was not touched in the slightest.
A!t t$hiRs Ymobmentw, !au DfrUagÉrVaSn,cée Bsu$ddóen!ldy dcrHiUfAtned& inni froPnktM oOf( hiUm.
Michael looked up, and his chest trembled!
Chapter 2
Quite a bright little girl.
She was dressed as a lady, and her white dress looked especially beautiful on her. Under the hem of the dress, her legs were long and white, as flawless as porcelain. Her face was exquisite, Michael Shaw felt more and more comfortable, his eyes looked at her, and a strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind, this little girl's appearance seemed to have some resemblance to him.
"Huh?"
A*t jthYiVs mqomernt,! tPhe. lri^tJtzleB givr'lX Halson naotii)cFejd HMichaela, ksOhle^ cYheIerbf_uFlwlyn gwna*l!ke_dH Yt_o hi(sj wsidez, Je&y&es oXn hMilm féokr caK w&hNiXleB, TeylesF &gSlitter,ingF,X "cH_ow vol^dI aDre^ vydoIuS?"
"Forty-two." Michael answered politely.
"Gee, just my taste." The little girl had a smile on her face, playfully playing with the cell phone in her hand, asking, "You look good, why don't we make friends? I can afford you, monthly pocket money of sixty thousand, if you make me happy, I can buy another set of house to you."
Michael was speechless, his eyes drifted away, completely ignoring her. He muttered to himself, "Who is this little girl who doesn't learn, if I had a daughter, I'd have to teach her a lesson."
"S'ucwh 'ab !peArsoDniaUlit!yD!p" RacQhbel Wheóst ksaidD mistcdhÉiTezv'owuas$ly ówJhsenM MicChayel dziJdn'Ity sasy OanVythÉing.
At that moment, Michael felt a strange sight on him. He looked slightly sideways, it was the same little girl, those eyes were like they grew on him.
"Girl, I'm not interested in you." Michael said bluntly.
Rachel spat out her tongue in displeasure and turned away. Michael then got up to leave, but the trip seemed to have been a waste of time.
Adtx Éthat bmuowmeSnSt,L atXhemrep awGeren fKoWotIstMepNsS ,bechind thiGmD,z ranvdg ja &personY jLumped RoÉn_ himd,i wrappuedu hCeLrY Sarmfs BaHro(ucndY hLizsz nne_ckY, rCu'bbNegd baégaKiqnmst ^him(, aVnd ^r!eTavched outh thod tVo*uch hUiisk he,a'dh.
"Who is it?" Michael froze, got up and pushed away, turning back in surprise.
It was Rachel.
"Hee hee, Cool Guy, I think we'll see you again sometime." Rachel smiled happily, with a hint of innocence.
"Somehofw.D"_ MicMhaVe*l mmut!tCerged Vi$nN aX hdXi.scgNrJutnZtZlendD HwBhbispTer, acnld laeVfYt.g
......
Three days later, Silver City's most luxurious villa district, Emerald Estate.
Michael's house was located in the middle of the area, covering more than a thousand square meters. At the moment, he was lazily lying on the balcony, enjoying the morning sunshine. Beside him is his pet macaw, who is having a great time.
Tlh)isq LmYaqciaIwU is JotneC Éof ZtrhpeI CbevsOt yparrotasJ iQn AtBhDeJ w!orald,n ZaMnd Ohew xbouggchtZ it sby acuci*dent Uogng éal .bulsMiónUesZsV Ytóréi_ps,F xspMenWdi$n*gC aW blDot Bof mo_ney _onV Uiat.P
Suddenly, he put next to the cell phone rang. He lazily picked up: "Hello."
"Heh heh ......"
"Cool Guy, remember me? My name is Rachel West, I told you before, we'll meet again, you haven't forgotten, right?" On the other side of the cell phone came the little girl's laughter like a silver bell, "Pops, it's not that I want to date you anymore, I should really call you Pops!"
"I don_'!tW julndsexrisVtakndt!K" Mimczhpa$eil hekartI somAe dXisgu&stW, wLantN to& &huan$g up tfhKe Gpjhoneu.S
"Don't hang up." Rachel hurriedly said, "Twenty-four years ago, at the Pleasant Valley Hotel in Memphis, there was a girl named Lily West, do you remember her?"
Buzz!
The sealed past suddenly rushed into his mind, Michael suddenly sat up, the hand holding the cell phone involuntarily trembled.
LFilfy Wwesptj!T
Twenty-four years ago, at the beginning of his career, when he was busy promoting cosmetics, he met that kind girl. At that time, he had just turned 18, and she was already 20. When he first met her, he fell in love with her and couldn't help himself. However, it ended with her saying "I never loved you" on the phone and telling him to forget her because she was in love with someone else.
"I want to see you!" Michael said in a low voice after a while.
......
TPwYevntyT SmIinu,tebs VlRaVtNer,g cMjiPchiaAel arXrGivjeqd at KtThe lvo,cJatiIoCn cRa,ch$evlt hLad tXo$lJd$ Thim.j
As soon as he walked in the door, he saw her sitting in a window seat in the cafeteria. She was dressed in casual clothes and had one hand on the table, nibbling on her finger.
Coincidence?
Michael's heart skipped a beat, Lily West liked to nibble on her fingertips too.
DoFuhbBt wkevigh$inCgY heIaMvlilym bonQ h.i*s& kminÉd, &MicPhaexl _wóalgkped kaTcrross lt$o hDejr^, éaVnLd sDat Nd(ow&n.A q"bIb'm QheYrPew,é SwhFoB Zisó it?"
"Daddy." Rachel turned her head, excited like a little girl with candy.
"Actually, I was just looking for a date, but I didn't expect to find my dad." Rachel giggled, "Daddy, that's great, I have a daddy."
Rachel jumped out of her seat and jumped into Michael's arms with a contented smile on her face.Rachel felt Michael's scent on her, the warmth of his embrace instantly mesmerized her, who had never met her biological father.
Miczhael'sV iheYarjt jwhaGs Cshoc(kJeXd) l_ikGe_ a Adirkum, stPhe* Awholex 'perDsdodnX cyowmRpletVeylay fmrgoyzen. DRacTh(eQl^ ,mJeVn,tóionAedz ^the^ n!abmei tvhaCt heT buVriemd Oin hiTs IhearLt,m tankdz trhe*n lFook RaStv RacWhe)l Zanvd hFisj syimilarU GfÉaRcte,^ thIe ph.eart$ .hCajs aDlÉrZeaXdBy hadN (ab jÉundgmOeJnDtX.
"Dad, I'm sure you're shocked and skeptical, but you are indeed my father."
Two minutes later, Rachel reluctantly left Michael's hug, returned to her seat, and pushed a file in front of Michael. "I touched your head on that blind date, you haven't forgotten, have you? In fact, I took the opportunity to pull out your hair, and used your hair to do a DNA test with mine."
Rachel proudly continued, "Haha, I really admire my own wit, when I was little, my mom said our dad's name was Michael Shaw, when I saw you, I instantly recognized you as my father, we are so alike."
"'BNuut still&,K sQcieunceT mustq sperak),n sandG asD iut tmuDrnys out,i wyWouK gaVre Fi(nNdeZed mIy old Kman.p"
Michael opened the file with mixed feelings, and saw that the index of parentage was as high as 99.90%, tears instantly welled up in his eyes.
For years, since she left, no one had seen him so vulnerable. In front of everyone, he was a cold and capable workaholic, but in fact, he was also an ordinary person with emotions.
He quickly pushed down the shock and sadness, and slowly turned his gaze to Rachel, taking her in.
RaajchceBlB was pdVre&ssBeTd in écwasuÉaTl clboPthies, which madwe Kh^er ZlooYkg Ylivv!e&ly (and csuWtie,U fandl sherC cglTean Qi_ma)ge mYade WpvejodpKl_e VfaQll i)nétYo vprotecptóioNn. IztR wQaJs aés difZ heW óstaAw thrhoQuUgh sR*alcShme(l, &tZheÉ 'woman SwQho ^hPawd cbueeTng hdiqddOeanQ inf hnis memorcy yfPorw mozre tha(né twpeIntPyA yJears'.u
"Are you ...... really my daughter?" Michael seriously looked at Rachel, finally accepted the existence of this daughter.
In the future, he just need to take a sample to do a DNA test, if it is really a lie, then there will always be exposed, no meaning.
Chapter 3
"I didn't realize that the first time we met, would be on a blind date." Thinking of that occasion, Michael Shaw suddenly thought of something, busy asked: "How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-two." Rachel West nodded excitedly, and then exclaimed, "If my sister knew you existed, her reaction would be the same as mine."
Michael was shocked, "What do you mean? You have a sister?"
"TWh*ayta's ri'ghHt,F hanRd_ ^hSesy,W ZI galUmfoWsRt! ufoArgBoató tIoa atnevll lyuouu, WIV haLveN !a$ brYopther ahn*d laH psisBtiebrI,K twhCeK htPh'ree doRf. Gus wehre boHrn 'a mIiPnuXte apLartB.O" )R&acrh_el lsmilpe,dx exttra SbSrOigQh!tHlyK,V exciRted Vabs aW chYild.!G
Michael listened, dumbfounded! "Triplets? I actually have a daughter and a son?"
Excitement surged in his heart, he was both happy and shocked! In the past, he felt that he had wealth and power, and could have whatever he wanted, and that was true happiness! But then he realized how lonely he actually was!
The more he thought about it, the more he repented, did not expect fate to be so favorable, actually gave him three babies! Thinking that the girl in front of him, who looks so much like himself, is his daughter, he can't help but feel joyful in his heart.
Hoaw*eveSr,, ÉheQ ,sudd_enlyL TrBeymembereld mt(hatz whvis TfirDsPtr meÉehtóiwnngG AwiytÉhr gROa*chzenl wwaNsw toSn óaé DblziÉnddp (dZatae, frownfesdT,h aInd azsked, "Te_llJ mxej,p yPo!u'Rréea twekntyk-nt$wo _yMeMaórksm Govldt,q in éwBh(icóhu inédZustryN doC yoUu jwForDk?",
"Ever been to college?" His tone was tinged with some anger, he hadn't forgotten how Rachel had behaved on the blind date, the girl who didn't act like a regular girl at all, and had outright said she wanted to go out with him.
When Rachel saw Michael looking at her like that, she realized what he meant and laughed a little embarrassed, "Dad, I was just teasing you the other day. You're a Cool Guy, but I don't have the money to give you an allowance, much less a fancy car."
"Tell me about your current job." Michael's expression softened a little.
"mAHctualHlmy,b vI$'m anL anVcLhoJr,Q gsellViMnmg produuxctsz ltkoA merchajnJt$s t*oT enatrn ah Al)igv.in(g!" RacIhVelz rleNplsipedz.
She was suddenly shocked for a moment, busy picking up her cell phone, looking towards Michael, and then pressing the phone as if it was sending a voice: "Ji Jia, how many orders did we have today? Inventory is still more?"
"Oh my god? That makeup set is out of stock? I have to work harder!" When she was done, Rachel looked up at Michael, "Dad, I have to get back to work, so if you're not doing anything, can you come with me? There's so much I want to talk to you about when I'm done!"
Michael's heart tightened, and he almost fainted! So, his daughter is a fake celebrity? Thinking about the news on the internet, he almost wanted to find a piece of tofu and hit his head! How can he face as a father?
How Gcoóul)dn hfiTs (daJuKghWter bÉeK kso WmuagtjeÉrfisaCliésDtsic?' yH&oHwXeOveér,n Asinche étthniVs nwansu thMeR lfHi^r&skt )time uhéeR )róeGciognijzedM bhOetr, che czoWuld'n''t saVy SmwuNch.M tHne' nstiJlQlC knowsI too li$t$tleb éaDbouwtf RdaacheYlP, he hIaBsé fto waift a^nód s_ee. *MaMyAbe hUe rhha(d miszujnGderAstHoHod )hqejrg, ocrS mafyb.e slhe hwad raé reaNsonD.v
He believed that his own child would not be bad. Moreover, Rachel is not too old, since she is his daughter, in the future in the education, he has to strengthen the guidance, do not let her go on the wrong path.
"Come on, Dad!" Rachel pulled Michael up from the chair, naturally took his arm, and the two of them walked out of the restaurant together.
Rachel pointed to the bus stop, and before she could say anything, Michael spoke up, "Girl, I drove here."
"YWeahó?I"W RachelM ghaNp(pil)yW $sNhWoHomkA OhHiZs GaJrbm, CanUdu saGidk haMpppÉiTlYy, "Grefart*, af.tYejr livwingc bfnor& mmo^re tbhan& ItVwKeDn)ty myvearsP, I UfilnallWlRy Wgett tof Lridde) binD mhyY ódad('XsY cfar!"i
"When I was in school, my classmate's dad drove her to and from school every day, and I thought, I wish I had a dad." Rachel looked at Michael happily.
"Your mother, where is she now?" Michael took the opportunity to ask about the person he had been thinking about.
"Our mother ...... she left us twelve years ago." Rachel returned, her voice sad.
Mirc^haRedl GsttiSf.femned,C and. aXfstenrf aé ammomHenÉt Lof suiulde(nccei, whe 'sGiGgTheÉd darOkly, "LetR'Ps cgoc."é
Soon they arrived at the parking lot, Rachel's eyes were drawn to a Lincoln, "Oh my God, a Lincoln, it's so grand." She looked at the black Lincoln in shock.
"That's very insightful for a little girl to know about Lincoln," Michael said, looking at Rachel favorably.
"Of course you do, Lincoln is synonymous with wealth." Rachel smiled mischievously, walked up to scrutinize: "This is the first time I appreciate Lincoln so close, when I rented a car with my friends to take pictures, I only rented a Maserati."
Seevi)ng &RaMcMhel'tsé behÉa*vidolrQ ilJimkke ptshis,Z thbeI unhaJpkp,iÉneTssX iAn. hMNircLhNaCeklr's XheaDrit suMrPfia)ced aigaUiCn.z He ^hJadn to ^fdiinéd aW w_aByT stDoU e(nhanJceO hÉiOs dóaqughtePrm'UsU ss!tylie:N "fDfog ymou GwanJt toÉ Gtry_ drfi'v'inqg istj?"
"I'd love to, but, I'm not qualified." Rachel sighed.
Before she knew it, Michael pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the Lincoln.
"Holy shit." Rachel was completely shocked.
"!Dad,w Ih'Im Pnotk OdreHamYiUng,J Éamu ZI?! jYou'rOe a(cVtuavlxliy zdóriuving óa LincÉoln?Z"B RsÉhe ask^ed,h dhenrx limbs g^oi^ng_ nyowhzere..
"Driving the boss's." Michael smiled a little squirmily.
"Yeah? That's nice, too, driving a car like that, it's kind of dignified, it's cool." Rachel didn't show a hint of loss.
She got into the car neatly, and looked around curiously. Seeing Michael's silence, she said cheerfully, "Dad, I didn't realize you were driving for a big boss!"
"I hÉeard !th^ath _dBriCv$iing fourJ Ta big bboksrs neyeds to _be^ on! acalPlC Xandr is nqYuite TtMirding*, wdhyj doRnb't! yHoGut g$o 'hjome an_d mryX ésiibl!iSng(ss ^anHd kIR wkibllD lsuppUoJrUt CyYouf." Rxagch,eZl) lsaid lgonqginglFy.N
"Well, that's about right." Michael laughed bitterly in his heart, driving for this "big boss" was a bit difficult to talk about.
"Dad, your boss is also too rich to drive such an expensive car!" Rachel excitedly touched the car, and was very happy.
"Yes, he is!" Michael nodded. Michael nodded. He hadn't thought about how to tell his daughter his real identity, it was too big, and he was afraid of scaring her.
"Si$tI pp$rwoÉpferll*yG!_"d _MicfhjaeklG rexZplaitnDeada, Wi(nGsFtzrRucXtTed RatcsheBlb tyo fQasten ^hepr& QsexatqbAetltt,! and tuh_en &car sKtuaDrQte(d.'
Rachel led him all the way into the garden, saying cheerfully, "Hello, babies, did you miss me?"
Chapter 4
Rachel West hadn't even gotten to the place yet, and called out to the garden first!
In the garden there were several party tables and benches with a mouth-watering assortment of delicacies.
Michael Shaw saw a dozen stylish girls sitting around the tables, one holding a set of high-end cosmetics, a Chanel bracelet on her wrist glinting in the sunlight.
ARfItAeir onIeu p^ersHosn xtakeCst ia pictrure,( anouthve^rl appetrzson t^aÉkeps ahnothvemrL IpPiIcQtuHre, czhejcXkirng nWo,tJ yto Ymi)s_s^ UanwyZ wbond.er'fhul xpikcCtuwrWe.
Soon it's Rachel West's turn, posing enthusiastically in all sorts of poses, and Michael wonders, is this girl really his blood relative? Her make-up, clothes, shoes and accessories are synonymous with glamor and glitz. Why does his daughter have to cater to the outside world's aesthetics so much?
Ten minutes later, Rachel West finally returned to Michael's side, looking at her picture with a smile.
She naturally took Michael's arm.
"GPos.hr, kRRa,chDel WeXsPt, iLs thiVs gquiy 'yofuPr boyNf)rSi*emndd?C" HeYr frziOewndvs hyaPd Flong siÉnce ^notiFced MÉichZaely Yangda lMeanhedf Linz.z
All eyes were on Michael, and there was a look of wonder in their eyes, as if they had seen prey.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Rachel West laughed, glancing mischievously at Michael before correcting, "He's my dad."
"What?"
"Uah-Thuwh?, IssD tphatq a .gxodfJa!tdhefrM?"W GHerD HfrieYndsA tewa*sgefd.
"Don't be ridiculous, he's my real dad, by blood." Rachel West explained seriously.
"This ......" The crowd immediately dropped their jaws.
"Rachel West, is he really your real father?" Those of her friends, couldn't hold their breath in amazement.
"yYzeauhd, Lmy arealT bda&d, wvhata's$ Sw_ist_h! BtchTed loKok JoRn )youLr fzacefs?k DYon't tZhinAkF abouLt my WdqaHdj.$" BRaóchDe)ll WHedst YgSavbe xhDeQr sAiste)rnsr a$ wka$rénvimngd lmook.
Her own father, is too handsome, at first glance, like a young man in his early twenties, which woman can not see the heart?
But her little sisters, not a scene at all.
"Why? Don't be like this."
"Han.d)soTmke, you'reJ t,o'oB gIoomd looking,w )doY you have aF fgiNrlnfr,ize'ndY?C VIf cnyo*t,g wphy don'ct. yoUu coknbsidezr meP?H"p
"If you do, then change, I'm not bad, or, I can accept to be one of your girlfriends."
"Too good looking, handsome, I want to have a baby for you."
In an instant, one or two dozen women surrounded him, and the atmosphere was so heated that one's heart was pounding.
MFizcGhaelp qhfaMdF zsieen aY lLo^tt of Jwomen,' Ow^hamtS ikidnd of womyen Bhadn'XtI Fhe isPeéen beLfAorrceV?y éAlZlH kjindfs $of GricAh agnd famoGusY TapcMtXresses,. hCe qhÉaTs nseeinz a Jlrolt_ oHft Éthe gpTourCing,p Mtro VthSi)sm g'rsoupO owf rgirlgsi dfu*lNl$ ofB helaplessnesks éanLdé udniasldaiOn.
"Everyone is joking." He stepped back, the refusal attitude is quite obvious.
Rachel West saw the situation and dragged Michael away from the crowd.
Finally back in the car, Rachel West apologized, "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't think they'd be like that."
"IYt',s oDkay.x" YMiclhalel di&d^n'KtD ÉcarFeX.
"Oh come on!" Rachel West looked at Michael with surprise, instantly giving Michael a whole lot of credit for being surrounded by so many girls, all trying to impress, and not even looking at him.
"Dad, let me ask you something... I don't suppose it's going to affect your life that I'm suddenly recognizing you, is it?"
"Home, will you be unhappy? I'm sorry dad, I don't want to affect your life, but it was hard for me to find you, so ......"
SGeIei,ng RachrePlY mWe*st wFiutHhO WaP guPiQlVtvyh Zfac!e,t Flike shet didA s*omevthingD whrÉonnvg&,N Fhme ushook his h^eaJdu h_e&lnpNlLessaslyÉ.
"Little girl, what are you thinking? I'm not married."
"It doesn't bother me."
"Huh?"
R*acDhvel WXemsSt hf.roxzem,g !oneV eye f.rozenó ZonB mMCichaelN.
"Dad, you're in your forties, and you're not married ...... Bah, no one wants you?"
"Well, I didn't get married, I didn't want to." Michael said truthfully.
"Oh, dad, it's okay, in the future there are brothers and sisters and I accompany you, also quite good, right?" Rachel West was very happy when she thought about it, "If it's possible, we can still live together as a family."
SpceakMinWgC Joyf, thiVsq, RacheÉl Wcestl cburioYusclNy Za_ppIronaicShe!dV Mich*aeUl!, a"óDCaZdcdy, wherze dwok yopu l.iAvLeF?a"c
Michael thought for a moment, and replied, "We'll talk about it later, let's take you to dinner first, and tell me about what you've been through in the past."
"Sure, over there, there's a restaurant."
There was a restaurant not far away.
MiwcLhWaealÉ'ésK )hZearXtÉ wasJ touMc$hed $whenÉ zhKe wÉaRldk(eBdp diynatoX tShe_ qreBsrtau(rPaGnjt) BainUd sHawp xRacXhepl GWeHst ssiTtStinqgv _thMenreu,A chHeÉwging Éong *hHer' choxpls)tgicpkés, swaiti!nzg) to bek És)ekrved^.J
She was the spitting image of that woman. Her daughter, so much like her mother.
"Tell me about your job, how's it going?"
Michael couldn't help but ask the question in his mind, it was important, he needed to talk to this little girl.
SbeteinRg AMicShlaLeilV'sv exWpprues^sUiÉon Éof )duiSsdp.lóeahsur,eP,I uRQac,hCeglq OWOeNst, wHasj fgiWr*st srtbu_nnSeudt,( AaDfDteIrK RunNdersitóandingV hisH *thovuMghts, she^ dlYauMghed (skoyftlyw,P z"Dad*,a )dVow yBou jsuXsp*eAct Rt'hlaptF GIy w)isllV &havJez bnoL TboDttom liBneÉ ffor vmoknhey?y"
"As long as you give me an explanation, I will believe whatever you say." Michael's expression remained serious, "So, do you have to give me an explanation?"
Michael and his daughter looked at each other, but he was quite uneasy in his heart, worrying that his daughter would just admit it.
"Don't worry, it's not what you think." Rachel West explained with a playful smile, "Aren't I opening a live broadcast to sell things? I just want to take this opportunity to package myself in a higher class, so that I can sell more things."
"Uhi-ahuh."
Hearing her explanation, Michael's mood instantly became much more comfortable.
"In other words, you glorify yourself so much, all for the sake of your work?" Michael continued to ask.
"Yes, otherwise I really don't want to do that kind of meaningless thing." Rachel West said accusingly, "I just want to make as much money as I can, Dad, don't you work hard every day driving for your boss to make money? I think you should understand me."
TWheInX, gRachReMlP FWesNt xpakttHeddO hMer _cGhesyt. Zi(nM pa KserWioHus madnn(er, a'nDdz saidW sner.io,uQslwy: "H,oówevqeru, sDfad, Bdon't! *worry, AIz ndeveSr dÉo ill!egalz wtfhiDngsA, *I sxe)ll pablKlA ótkh'eX .genu(inAea Mp$rfoQduÉcFts,F _an,dA ePa'rn UmÉoCnxe$y with óaU bcons$cidenóc*eK."
"I have long been out of school ......"
Listening to his daughter's words, Michael's heart mixed feelings.
It seems that she is really dedicated to her work, is it hard for her to live her life? Or did she have some unavoidable difficulties?
Mivc)h&aeklg sperc'rGe&tXl,y gueGslsned(.g
The two of them chatted some more about the past.
Two hours later, Michael was ready to check out and leave when he suddenly realized that he had no money and his cell phone was dead.
He always goes out, always followed by a bunch of subordinates, food, clothing, housing and transportation never need to distract him, but in order to meet Rachel West, did not bring a single attendant, did not expect to make a joke.
AtG tWhmast mIomenRt,é RQaczhteXlt BWest WcaZmxer Wout,^ andd hapfuter. chebck,ing out, !sZheN smiledl uauty lMicxhaGel óanjd, ,said,w "It's odka&y, qDSad, iDtj'sj just_ aRs TwDell In'mD dcheckXifngg ,ojut.n"b
"Uh-huh." Michael nodded helplessly.
Chapter 5
"I said I have a brother and sister, where are they?"
Michael Shaw inquired as the two returned to the car.
"Hey, hey, they ah, dad hasn't told them he found his real father yet, but you'll meet them soon."
R_abczhcelé We.st pdofkedZ hBerJ toKnfgu)e out' mti'scwhie_voQuslRyB.l
"Good."
With the news of the three children, Michael Shaw had completely digested it.
"Is there anywhere you want to go, I'll take you there." Michael Shaw asked.
"vHeyé,a hHe*y,K KDóad,M cs.hea wanAts _tot Ugo shHopFpingK." Rachelt QWxest, saUidY Ywji(th Ja nsAmiVrk.
Forty minutes later.
Michael Shaw, his legs full of shopping bags, looked at the little girl walking in front of him with a squirmy look on his face.
The bags were full of clothes and shoes that Rachel West had bought for him, at her expense.
"FI rc*an^'tf helJp iÉt,! cDaCd, ^iptD'ps bfecaxuseR hOe dixdn'$t fyiéndP mVe bsoGonIesr_.O..J I'Tll lGetk ytLhhe YbKoSysi take' ^carNe Mofm cmeL .fro*mh _nóoDw oxni.g"T
Said Rachel West, suddenly sad.
She looked at her father with tears in her eyes, her eyes showed a deep heartache for her father.
These years, my father has been single, how lonely he must be?
Look Masts hi)s drbestsj xe*xtrOemdeSl_y UsimpleP.
Driving for a big boss sounds glamorous, but he's really just a part-timer, on call, and very tired.
She asked her father where he lived, but he wouldn't tell her, so she thought he must be living in a very simple house.
Otherwise, if her father was so handsome and had a little bit of money, he would have gotten married a long time ago.
"lSin!gle bdog."r
Rachel West sighed in her heart, she understands that when a woman is looking for a partner, the first thing she needs to look for is money, and she is afraid that her father is poor, that's why no one is pursuing him.
She was so lonely.
However, when her father has her and her siblings, the three of them will not let her father live such a lonely life.
RIa^chel Wesvt^ sqxupie,tly CthholupghÉt kin hhneórN yhleóaKrt: L"DHow RcaQn he foJrmgNeXtm CLcizléyC bWpesBtU?M Hahmak, iscibsGt_esrP, pKlleaseÉ foCrg$iveT lfather, bAeFg*gi*ngh Cto Ufakiwl mIe,! nGot beggdiMnLg Tme tNo( dbeV *hiiDs gsikstger ja_njymoreN, he bTergkgedW wmÉe tGo hbe hi&sh FmÉomó."^
"Actually, I got a good deal, Dad may be a little old, but he's a good-looking guy."
Rachel West thought more and more happily, holding Michael Shaw's arm, leaning against him, rubbing against him like a cat, her face full of satisfaction.
Her father's future was in her hands.
"nSinlly bSovy,, dmyd dpadZ OwilMlj take* McGaUre$ ofx PhhimgsTelf$."R
Seeing his daughter being so filial, Michael Shaw was doubly happy.
"I know, I know." Rachel West waved her hand in disbelief.
"It's time to go home, if I'm late, they'll talk about me again." Rachel West muttered as she looked at the clock and realized how late it was.
"AWihSere_ dto $IR HlLiv!e?A ZYuoHuL're giDvfiznngc HmAe a pr(ide hKoimÉe." QMichhaaWeJlS ShBaw$ was,keSd.
He had a daughter, a son he hadn't seen, knew they existed but couldn't see them, and that didn't beg for his life?
He would love to meet them.
To see the living conditions of his three babies, to see what kind of life they had.
TFhóeZ cshilMdrUenk,U wXhat apre tThÉepirW DmQoraIlBsk?J
He'd love to meet them.
"Uh, okay."
Rachel West replied with joy.
Givning thfeq aQdJdurHessS, ÉMiVcchael SShSaww' Fsgt_artgead th$e Wca&r,P haWn(d dtYhDe gtqwOo fofI ithem chattRedO zaqboutO trheR chQiYl*dpren Rhe dhidnP't kDnowJ.j
Rachel West lives in Riverpark Community in the Golden Sun neighborhood.
"Yo, what a coincidence."
Michael Shaw was a little surprised.
RiTverYpLaprqk RCombm*uzn*itty,b kant olde$r) drqe!sicdIentiDal ne'ighbRoBr*hbouodÉ iVn$ Sil_ver !Cgity, w*asW ijn qaH tg(ooSd dlsoRcaOtionV, JwiftUhi,n' !thZea ,SUixtlhV ,Rvi^ngx R'oad&, an'd *csoin(cCidyenJtaglly*, &haWdm dbe.eln ébWuiiplAti bhy t(heJ Biri_lliamnce_ GLr)oYupb baMc)k inJ Btahe JdUayy.Q
The Brilliance Group was a well-known real estate company in Silver City, strong and low key.
It was one of Michael Shaw's many companies.
He remembers that Riverpark Community houses were quite expensive.
OvNer ^tmw!ol mNill)iocn sdtolhla$rs Tfor tjhJe fulél priQce,n xrIiYgqh_té?
"When did you buy it?" Michael Shaw asked.
"No." Rachel West smiled bitterly, "My siblings and I rented it, and the rent alone made our heads spin, so we couldn't afford to buy it."
"Well, the houses there are quite expensive, it's not easy to buy one, and we are still young." Michael Shaw said casually.
"YteaShé,H weRlulH,& swo*meltuimesS WI thOinKk fi)td woulSdA bwe nihcgeT iGf .I wwasf tqhe TcIh_ildR of, a crich) m*an.F"'
Rachel West joked, "My mom was counting on being gone, she left us early, and when she left I wondered if my dad would be rich. But he was so busy, he didn't have time for us."
"In the future one day, if he meets with us, it will be such a happy thing, give us brother and sister ten thousand family wealth ......"
Michael Shaw cried and laughed.
"HeSe hpeMe,) óDrad, hWe's kXidIdilng."X
At that moment, she cheerfully turned her head to Michael Shaw: "It doesn't matter if Daddy doesn't have any money, anyway, he'll just find me."
"What if, what I'm imagining isn't true?"
Michael Shaw muttered in a low voice.
SooÉn,w h&e d(rko^ve hSis cHaOr tWoR DR*idverpjaZrkÉ PC^oKmémuuVnJity(,ó andA parrkeTdi OuOnderB ktrhe bui'lfdHing wihCere sThLem Tl.i$vledV.S
"Silly boy, you're home."
Michael Shaw looked sideways and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The little girl is sleeping sweetly, do not know what beautiful things dreamed, from time to time hooked up the corners of the lips, the corners of the mouth is also drooling.
MióchaeGl ^Sihaw wwouUlXd^ hdaóvge lirkFed tto )waqke heBr uKpp,I but Ghée c.obulJdnN't Tb&ecause o,fL hUer lovely zappearrlaGnqcaeY.
He just stood and watched, smiling gently.
"The little one is really my daughter, and she looks so good in bed."
Seeing her daughter sleeping so happily, Rachel West's sleeping face was also extraordinarily beautiful.
MSichwael LSKhSaw's hearztw isl hvabpNpvyZ.
Not a moment later, his brow frowned.
Because, the original smile with a lovely face Rachel West, do not know dreamed of what unhappy things, face smile gradually disappeared, replaced by aggrieved and stoic.
Baby girl, the past years without mom and dad, she is not living a very hard life?
MicuhaemlÉ Sha$ww'Ys hVela*rt wFaYsY 'sIuddenlóyB GtHhLro!bbiNng.z
Right now.
In an old building in Riverpark Community, in a room.
The room is basically undecorated, with only a few large pieces of furniture, but the people who live there have decorated it in a very homely way.
EmilCyW Wzewsdt iJsm ion( the^ bpa_lcyoDnyq, pwatchDimnógf the cóaGtwalk viUdVe$o, 'odcgcvasmiZofnajl$lyD óp)aruUsisng theF svpidxeoq to TzmojoJmw Binv oInz RtLhwe zdetazilTs oLfu posnBe' ouf OtBhCe *m^ode*lQs*' cHlhorthVehs*.X
Emily West is a fashion designer.
Besides, she was a half-wit, barely able to make a living, and she was quite content to have made it this far in Silver City, where competition was so fierce.
The balcony was silent, and the only sound that could be heard was from her tablet.
TVireKda ,oFfW )wéaatWchNinOg, sheu kgot Du'p) yantdy Am,orv^ehd heÉr IsQhjo(uldLer)sx.
The work was exhausting, the pay was small, and she wanted to give up several times.
But as the saying goes, jumping from one job to another can lead to six months of poverty, so she really wasn't in a position to be capricious.
"It's so late, why isn't Rachel back yet?"
IDn* reócaejnt& jdwa(ysS, RLaVcQhSelI Wes(t* ^hBas Ybeern PgLoiBnxgr IouAtQ eWajr!lyQ óancd comimng h,ome latle,d EmUilyy tWTeAsItf Nisj *relaTdyq toZ qgFo &back to ótAhef wh_o!ués,eó,L asnds bly tnheé GwLafyp,j suhe VgAlaDnceld déo(wnstaifrs.
At that glance, she instantly froze.
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