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Flash marriage to the arrogant sweetheart

Flash marriage to the arrogant sweetheart

Ambrose ford

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Lyra Olsen, a famously violent sheriff, received information regarding illegal prostitution at a local hotel. She goes to the wrong room, and instead of finding prostitution, she finds a young couple talking over a bottle of wine. What she doesn't know is that the woman has drugged the wine with a potent aphrodisiac to seduce the man. After both Lyra Olsen and the man, a domineering CEO named Tristan Ambrose, both drink the drugged wine, they spend the night together in the hotel... and eventually get married. But is this the happy ending they both hoped for, or are their troubles just beginning?

Chapter 1 Hotel conflict

As a developed first-tier city, City C's nights are wonderful and rich. People who face great pressure of survival during the day will choose to completely release themselves at night. And people's willpower is the weakest and most unstable when they indulge in indulgence. Therefore, the probability of crime increases greatly during this period of time.

A loud ringtone suddenly rang in the quiet and dark room, waking up Lura Olsen who was sleeping soundly. She grabbed the phone at the bedside and looked at the caller ID. She quickly picked it up and asked, "Is there any news?"

With the light on her phone screen, she could vaguely see her expression. Not only was she not angry from being woken up, she was actually very excited.

"Boss, informants have reported that there is a sex trade going on in Room 2633 of Paradise Hotel. Should we take action?" Alex Demira asked on the other end of the phone.

"Nonsense, you dare to do such a thing in my territory? Obviously, you don't put me in your eyes. If you don't beat them to the point that even their mother doesn't know me today, my surname is not Olsen!" Lyra Olsen shouted as she got out of bed without taking off her police uniform.

Alex really wanted to complain for those people. In City C, there were still people who dared not take her, the Queen of Violence, seriously? !

"I'll go over and stabilize myself first. Gather your men and rush over as fast as you can. This time, you must catch a few fish and come back to clean up the atmosphere!" Lyra Olsen instructed.

Alex had no choice but to agree. He thought to himself that he had given up this night. Why was the captain of his family so enthusiastic and dedicated?

Lyra Olsen went out the door with a ping-pong sound. She went to the underground garage to pick up her car. She stepped on the accelerator and sped straight towards the Paradise Hotel. The other cars on the road were all far away from her, afraid that they would be dragged to their backs.

Lyra Olsen had been in the Public Security Bureau for two years and was now the captain of the Criminal Police Unit. Her promotion speed was comparable to riding a rocket. Apart from her background, she had to rely on her hard work. However, whoever was in C City would have a headache after hearing the name of Officer Lyra.

Room 2366, Paradise Hotel. Tristan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He was only wrapped in a bath towel, and his streamlined figure was exposed without any cover. Looking at that handsome face, the woman on the sofa opposite him felt her eyes go straight.

Tristan was 1.8 meters tall, The knife-like face had sharp edges and corners, His pair of phoenix eyes gave him a bit of charm. His pitch-black eyes shone like stars, and the light that flowed in their eyes was enough to make all women fall. His tall nose and admittedly curved lips were placed on the same face, revealing all of his strengths, making him a 360-degree beauty.

However, when the beautiful man saw that the adorable woman hadn't left yet, his cold face suddenly turned cold. "I'm not interested in you at all. You'd better leave my room before I get angry. Otherwise, don't blame me for embarrassing you."

"Young Master Ambrose, don't be angry. I'll just leave. Let's drink a cup of wine to moisten our throats first. Don't get angry and ruin our health." The woman did not get angry. Instead, she walked forward and handed Tristan a glass of red wine. She had curly golden hair, exquisite makeup on her face, and wore a low black lace bra. Her D-cup chest wavered in front of Tristan without restraint. If it were another man, she would probably have lost control of this temptation a long time ago.

However, Tristan had never seen a woman like her before, so she wouldn't fall like this. Seeing that she was quite sensible, her expression relaxed a little, and she took a sip of the wine glass.

When the woman saw Tristan drink it, her eyes flashed with pride. Just as she was about to further develop, the door was suddenly kicked open violently. The loud voice shocked the two of them in the room.

"Don't move, police!" Lyra Olsen took out her pistol and aimed it at the two of them.

When she went upstairs, she wasn't sure if the room number was 2633 or 2366, and she couldn't confirm that her phone was in the car. However, seeing the two of them panicking like this, she was no longer suspicious.

Of course, she had never thought that such a big commotion would frighten anyone.

"You two, raise your hands, lean against the wall and accept the interrogation!" Lyra Olsen said coldly.

"Young Master Ambrose, this" The blonde woman was stunned.

What's going on? Got a police rounds?

"I would like to ask this police officer, on what charge is he being interrogated?" Tristan Ambrose was much calmer than a woman. Compared to being entangled by this woman, it was easier to face the police.

"I suspect that you are engaged in illegal activities in the hotel. Stop talking nonsense and raise your hands!" Lyra Olsen was meticulous, even though there was a handsome guy who was enough to fascinate the gods.

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