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

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

Henry had figured it out. Last night, not only had his father pounced on his mother, but something big had happened. That must be why the door to his father's room was broken, with broken bottles inside. Henry couldn't help but imagine his father drinking heavily and smashing bottles in a fit of rage.The door was most likely broken by his father venting his frustration. Henry was always observant and couldn't help but imagine the scene from last night. But what exactly had happened?It must have been a chaotic and dark night.Who had dared to bully his father and mother?Henry quickly thought of Saxon. But Saxon had rushed to investigate and handle the aftermath after the Wolf Gang was attacked last night. It couldn't be Saxon; he couldn't be in two places at once.In the blink of an eye, Henry's mind raced through several possibilities."There's nothing wrong. Mind your own business. Your Dad and I had a little disagreement last night..." Jessica glanced at the empty door, calmly ut

Mr. Marcus casually asked Jessica, "Are you planning to tell Henry about this?"Naturally, Jessica knew what he was referring to. She looked up and smiled as she gazed out the window. "It's not a big deal, why mention it?"Mr. Marcus looked at her deeply. Jessica tilted her head slightly, and because they were still in the suburbs, she had the window partially open. The sunlight lightly brushed her profile, accentuating her beautiful pale skin with a hint of rosy pink, reminiscent of blooming peach blossoms, enchanting. Strands of her hair danced in the wind, releasing a subtle fragrance. Her long, slightly curled eyelashes quivered, revealing a touch of feminine softness. This scene imprinted itself in Mr. Marcus' mind.It was unbelievably beautiful. He was surprised to find that he would rather be haunted by nightmares and endure a lifetime of pain than lose her by his side.With her carefree tone, it seemed like such an insignificant matter. Was she really not bothered? Or was she

"Marcus, I received news last night that your secretary Jessica is Michael Lee's granddaughter. Is that true?" Old Mr. Alston asked in a deep voice. When he initially received this news, Old Mr. Alston was extremely furious. Though decades had passed, the humiliation was still ingrained in his heart.For a man, the vengeance for taking a wife is greater than the vengeance for killing a father. He would never forget what Michael Lee had done to him. Even though he later fell in love with Michael Lee's daughter, Mandy, he could not forget the humiliation he had suffered.And Jessica was the living evidence of that humiliation. Jessica's mother, Judy, was Michael Lee's daughter. Judy died, but Jessica still lived. She was the only person with blood relations to Diana Brown to this day. When he saw her in the hospital, he thought there had to be some connection between her and Diana Brown due to their striking resemblance. He never expected it to be true.He truly wished to strangle this