When Mandy brought little Marcus back to the Lee Family, Michael Lee was furious. Shortly after Mandy's escape, Quincy's parents, on their private plane to London for business matters, encountered an explosion, which killed them both.Michael Lee blamed Alston Smith for this tragedy, suspecting that he had someone plant explosives on the plane, killing his only son. However, he had no evidence and couldn't take action against Alston Smith.He lost one son, and his daughter gave birth to a son with Alston Smith. Michael Lee was consumed with anger and swung his whip, almost beating the weak little Marcus to death, who was still critically ill at the time.In that year, five-year-old Quincy watched in astonishment from upstairs as his once respected and loving grandfather mercilessly beat the frail young boy.In that year, four-year-old Marcus hovered on the verge of death, only remembering his mother's cries and Michael Lee's sinister and twisted face.In the end, Mandy cried herself h
"Don't..." Jessica exclaimed in shock, her heart feeling as if it were being twisted by knives. "Marcus, stop, let's not talk about it. Please, let's not talk about it..."She suddenly didn't want to know what happened next. Why did Charles Smith die? Why did Mandy die? Why the Smith family...Having been with Marcus for a while, she knew his temperament well. He had become a man almost invincible, capable of anything, and for him to be in such agony, convulsing, it must be a tragedy that Marcus would never forget in his lifetime...Perhaps these past events had been suppressed for too long and suddenly resurfaced. Marcus was in excruciating pain, trembling incessantly in Jessica's arms, gripping her shoulders so tightly that they hurt.She dared not say another word, only holding Marcus tightly!Marcus, it's okay, it's alright, it's all over now. I'm here, I'm here with you. No one will dare to bully you again. If anyone dares, our son will destroy their whole family... She felt so h
Marcus used to have shallow sleep. When he woke up, the outside was still covered in cold moonlight. The black curtains looked like a monster, ready to devour them all!His head was splitting with pain...Sharp pains jabbed at him like needles, causing Marcus to groan and whimper. Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his body and looked up in astonishment...He was taken aback!He was still lying on the ground while Jessica held him in an uncomfortable position, sleeping against the door panel. The door had a big hole broken through it, and the wind blew through...In an instant, the chaotic and painful memories of that night surged into his mind, intensifying his headache. He felt like banging his head against the door.As soon as he learned that she was Diana Brown's granddaughter, he had no time to think. The memories of despair and agony from the past overwhelmed his mind, causing him immense pain and heartache... wishing that he was the one who died all those years ago!Jessica moaned u
Marcus thought he would never hear those words from Jessica's mouth in his lifetime!Apart from shock, there was overwhelming joy, an ecstatic happiness that welled up from the depths of his heart, filling his sore heart. At that moment, he heard the divine voice saying, "Mr. Marcus, I have returned your rib to you!"Marcus was overcome with sheer joy and his hand holding Jessica's trembled. "Say it again!""I love you!" Jessica said firmly. In the darkness, her eyes were as beautiful as blue jade. Saying "I love you" to him was much easier than she had imagined!Jessica used to think that saying "I love you" was cheesy and cliché. Love should be kept in the heart and not spoken out loud. She despised those who were so quick to say, "I love you."Today, she realized that it was easy to say "I love you" to someone you truly loved. She wanted to tell him over and over again, afraid that he didn't know. This was what they called being in love!Today, she realized how impoverished her pas
Everything that happened tonight was too chaotic. Marcus himself probably couldn't sort out his feelings right now. It's better to get some sleep. When morning comes, they can talk about whatever happened slowly. Since they promised not to let go even if they died, she shouldn't have any worries.With him, she has the whole world and fears nothing. Whatever challenges they face together, she doesn't believe they can't overcome those wolf-like predators. That despicable old man, Michael Lee, is her grandfather? That jerk resorted to such low tactics. Even though she doesn't know the rest of Mr. Marcus' story for now, she thinks Old Mr. Alston hasn't had an easy life either. If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to love Marcus.Who let Marcus have a face that resembled Michael Lee's a bit? Alston Smith looked at him as if he saw Michael Lee. Old Mr. Alston wished he could devour him, how could he love him? Listening to this story, the most despicable person was Michael Lee!No w
W City, South District, Wolf Gang Headquarters!The night was thick with darkness, filled with an aura of violence. Two cold and stunning women, along with an adorable child, appeared at Wolf Gang, the largest gang organization in W City.Both women were dressed in black, exuding an equally enchanting charm. One was cold and ruthless, while the other was elegant."Ten minutes!" The cold woman's face was icy as she single-handedly stormed into Wolf Gang headquarters. Within just ten seconds, gunshots rang out...The sound of gunfire and screams echoed loudly, shaking the entire night sky."Rose is always so decisive!"Henry smiled, "Can she really take care of hundreds of people in ten minutes?"Camellia smiled elegantly, "I'll make my move after ten minutes!"Henry teased, "I thought Rose was human!""Oh, darling, no offense, but you and Victor are truly ruthless!" Even as she spoke, she elegantly toyed with her flashy M200 sniper rifle.Wolf Gang was a dominant gang in W City, but no
In the five-star presidential suite, Saxon was tormenting a young boy of eighteen or nineteen. The slender boy was suspended high up on the black bed, completely naked. He had a handsome face, with exquisite features that were unimaginably delicate. His skin was fair as snow, and his deep eyes resembled blue ocean, unusually charming. At this moment, however, they were filled with pain and despair, like a little beast trapped in an abyss, whimpering and crying.His hands were also suspended, and his pale body was covered in countless whip marks, some red and others oozing blood. These marks stood out prominently against his snow-white skin, adding to the heart-wrenching sight. He had metal rings around his chest and shaft, suggestive of an extremely erotic nature. A bell was even hanging from below, jingling with each strike of Saxon's whip, causing the boy to struggle in pain. The sound from the bell was eerie.It was cruel, both arousing desire and ambiguity.Saxon was dressed impec
Just as Henry entered the villa, he saw his father carrying the broken wood door, about to cover up the evidence. Unfortunately, Henry came back, so father and son locked eyes, both fixated on the door."Dad, what-" Henry's mouth formed an 'o' shape, his pink face filled with surprise. His gaze shifted to the broken door, hesitatingly calling out, and couldn't help but look back, wondering if his dear mommy was okay."Henry, why are you back?" Marcus was taken aback, frozen in place with the large piece of door he was carrying. His refined face showed immense confusion. He truly hadn't expected his son to witness this scene.Henry slowly approached Marcus, his beautiful blue eyes full of interest as they met Marcus's gaze. Marcus seemed to realize something and turned away uncomfortably. Henry, unable to resist, blurted out a foolish remark, "Dad, did mommy... hit you?"This was surreal. How could he have missed something after being away for just one night? Shouldn't his parents be l