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MEETING MR RIGHT

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

Rollins Laman

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

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"Hello, I want to order a middle-sized condom."

"Okay."

"Besides, I need a vibrator and a suit of sexy lingerie."

"Sure. May I ask your address?"

"In room 2202, Elite Shore Hotel."

"No problem."

......

When Clarissa Chapman arrived at Elite Shore Hotel, it was already 11 o'clock at night.

At this time, for people who sold sexy toy, it was not safe for them to deliver goods by themselves.

In particular, she was a beautiful young girl.

But she had no choice. Her life was not very easy and she needed to make a living. Moreover, her boyfriend Elliot Duncan would come back in a few days.

They had been in love for six years, and most of the time they were in different places. He had to manage his business at home and abroad, Of course she couldn't be a drag on him.

Fortunately, they loved each other very much. In addition to daily work, she ran her own small business. She wanted to give him a surprise on his birthday in a few days.

Thinking of this, Clarissa smiled silently.

She pulled her black cap down slightly before walking inside with the box in her arms.

Elite Shore Hotel was a famous place of entertainment in Visstead.

Usually, the guests here were either rich or noble.

Not only the hall was magnificent, but the elevator was also sumptuously decorated. If someone who was poor stood under the colorful lights in the elevator, he would feel ashamed of his poverty-stricken state.

Instead, Clarissa just held the box and looked steadily forward.

Her pretty face was mostly covered by the mask and only her unflappable eyes could be seen. oozing a sense of purity and pride..

The elevator stopped on the 22nd floor. She went out, found room 2202 soon and rang the doorbell.

Before the door was opened, she heard the randy voices of a man and a woman from inside.

"Elliot, oh... don't do this. My order is coming."

"Wait. I'll get it."

Clarissa stood at the door and felt a little speechless.

She thought, "Have they started the foreplay before getting these things? So impatient!"

The door was soon opened, and a man in a bathrobe with wet hair appeared at the door.

Clarissa didn't look at him. She just handed the box to him and said, "493 dollars in total! Would you like to pay by card or cash?"

But the man didn't move.

Two seconds later, a tentative voice sounded, "Clarissa?"

Clarissa was a little stunned and raised her head.

Standing at the door was a tall man with short, wet hair and dressed only in a white robe. The warm yellow light illuminated his handsome and fair face, which was filled with shock, surprise, and a hint of panic.

Clarissa's face suddenly turned cold.

"Elliot, who is it?"

"No.. Nobody. It's just the deliveryman."

Elliot said in a hurry before Clarissa could say anything. Then, he quickly took out a stack of money from his wallet and stuffed it into her hand, snatching the box in her hand.

The door was slammed shut.

Clarissa stood still. Her fingertips were trembling slightly and her face was pale.

After a while, she suddenly sneered.

Looking at the money in her hand, she felt that she had been laughed because of her ignorance and stupidity.

Inside came the sound of men and women flirting. She took a deep breath and held back the tears in her eyes.

Then she turned around and took out her mobile phone while walking to the elevator.

"Hello, is that the public security bureau? Someone is going whoring and taking drugs in Elite Shore Hotel. The room number is..."

Twenty minutes later.

A police car arrived at the entrance of Elite Shore Hotel. Beside it, there were a few reporters with cameras in their hands.

When Elliot was taken out of the hotel, the reporters immediately rushed to him.

"Mr. Duncan, someone said that you were taking drugs and going whoring in the hotel. Is this true?"

"Mr. Duncan, as the heir of the Duncan family, do you think it's right for you to do this?"