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Dark night, heavy rain.
The sound of rapid brakes was sharp and piercing, and the sharp lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the pale face of the senior Mr. White outside the car: "Girl, be careful!"
With a 'bang', the car hit the rock wall and fell off the cliff.
Cassie Jensen woke up with a start.
Her face was pale, her pupils dilated, and the panic in her dream lingered in her mind for a long time...
Why is it this dream again?
Just as she was wondering, the sound of the door lock suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
It was her husband, Archer Bailey, who hadn't returned all night.
Cassie Jensen waited for him on the sofa last night. When she got off the ground, her knees gave way and she almost fell down. She managed to hold on to the handle of the sofa, but she saw the man, smelling of acrid alcohol, bypassing her and sitting on a farther place. on the chair.
He didn't even look at her, propped up his forehead with one hand, and began to close his eyes to rest.
Archer's appearance is extremely good, even if he is sitting, you can see his wide and narrow hips, with a top figure comparable to an international supermodel, coupled with his overly handsome mixed-race face like a sea god, and the background of the richest man in Philadelphia, once made Philadelphia All women follow suit.
But no one thought that this perfect man like Poseidon was actually married a long time ago, but as his wife, she maintained an shady relationship with him like a mistress.
Thinking of this, Cassie Jensen's eyes darkened.
After three years of hidden marriage, it turned out that she was still not used to this kind of cold violence, but seeing the slight fatigue between his brows, she had no choice but to suppress her grievances.