Our relationship

In the darksome room, a man was standing in front of the French window and looking deeply at the inky night out there with his brows tightly furrowed.

There was a will that had just been opened on the desk behind the man, and there were only two short lines on the piece of paper, of which the meaning was simple yet shocking.

"President Bennett, is there anything wrong with...the will?" Gale Evans looked at the two lines in horror, his voice growing weaker and weaker.

Edwin Bennett took a deep breath, then turned to look at the will. After a pause for half a second, he ordered coldly, "Find her and arrange the wedding as soon as possible!"

"Sir, do you really want to marry her?"

"Or what?" Edwin curled his lips in an icy arc, saying, "Since my father has arranged so, I won't disappoint him."

"Well...Okay then, I'll arrange it for you."

After Gale left, Edwin's facial expression became even gloomier. He picked up the will and stared at the satirical words on it with a deeper and colder arc upon his mouth. "Effie Fletcher, as you wish, I will marry you!"

At a bar called Blues somewhere in the same city...

Deafening heavy metal music was impacting Effie's eardrums. Frowning and looking around with an anxious expression, she took out her cell phone and kept dialing a number until she saw a man lying on the ground not far away and that several guys were beating and kicking him.

The next second, Effie picked up a beer bottle from the table nearby and rushed over to them.

"Stop it!" She tried to protect the boy, who curled up and covered his head with his blood-stained arms while glaring at those men. "Or I will call the police!"

"Call the police? Haha..."

The thugs burst into laughter as if the girl had just told a joke.

When the boy heard Effie's voice, he burst into tears, saying, "Effie, save me!"