SUPREME GHOST WEREWOLF

The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

Meng Xinyu

I stood in the darkest corner of the Pierre Hotel’s ballroom, my cheap polyester dress itching against my skin while my wristband buzzed with a DARPA Priority Red alert. In front of the city’s elite, my fiancé Bryce Calloway took the stage, not to toast our future, but to publicly end our engagement and announce he was with my sister, Chloe. The room turned on me instantly, a hundred pairs of eyes pinning me down with pity and disgust as they physically backed away like I was contagious. When I returned home, my mother shattered a crystal vase at my feet, screaming that I was a humiliation and a "dropout" who didn't deserve a cent of the family fortune. Chloe and Bryce mocked me, laughing when I told them I had a mission with the National Security Agency, convinced I was either a pathological liar or a low-level criminal. They watched in horror as a black, unmarked military helicopter descended on our backyard to extract me, yet they still chose to believe I was being arrested for drug trafficking. They saw a pathetic girl who couldn't even parallel park, never realizing I was Dr. Nova Vance, the lead physicist behind the world's first successful fusion reactor. To secure funding for my research and gain a "fortress" of a name, I signed a thirty-day marriage contract with the arrogant billionaire Roman Knight. He treats me like a fraud, convinced I’m a gold-digger who failed out of college, while I quietly run global energy simulations from his guest bedroom. He has no idea that the "loser" he’s forced to live with is the same anonymous grandmaster who has been ruthlessly crushing him in online strategy games for months. "The contract is active," I told him, looking past his expensive suit. "But don't expect me to be your maid."

Modern Mystery

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The city of Los Angeles...

- Mr. Henry, I beg you to accept the marriage!

In the lobby of the Palace Lotus Flower, an old, harsh figure kneels on the ground, constantly begging the young man in front.

At the top, his tall, fierce but majestic silhouette seemed to radiate a tremendous power flow, filling the entire Palace Lotus Flower.

Henry Richard sat cross-legged on the jade chair, the corner of his lips bent up:

- As Walter's son-in-law, you're asking me to drown myself in a fucking hole?

The older man heard that, and his face immediately changed, shaking his head in a hurry.

- Before the old master died, he made a will. The will requires Sir Henry to go down the mountain and be Walter's son-in-law for three years. Mr. Henry, you can't resist. Consider it, sir.

As soon as the older man finished speaking, all the officials at God of Electricity bowed down and begged simultaneously.

Until now, Henry Richard hated to see people kneeling and begging. Right now, they're putting him in a tight spot. He's the master of the entire Lotus Flower empire, and now they want him to hide his identity, flatter tail, as Walter's son-in-law.

Henry Richard sighed, then waved his hand to signal everyone to get up. All right, three years with him is like a snap, and there's nothing he can't do.

At Walter's in-laws, it's like a bit of experience in his life!

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The Walter family is one of the most prominent families!

- Henry Richard, what are you doing so slow you can't even get your feet up?

Clara Walter, the eldest daughter of Walter's family, is also Henry Richard's current wife, crossing her legs for breakfast, bending her lips toward her husband, and scolding him.

Although married, Clara Walter despises Henry Richard's inferiority complex. She's the lady of the Walter family, and yet she has to bite her teeth and marry a cheap cook just because the father of her is so grateful for Richard's family saving Walter's host of a house life.

Hearing Clara Walter screaming in the living room, Henry Richard was cleaning the house with his eyes glued to his eyes. He gripped the broomstick so tightly that the plastic body slowly squeaked and soon broke.

"Mr. Henry, as Walter's son-in-law, I beg you to remain calm. Calm is the key to making a good king."

Henry Richard took a deep breath, quickly cleaned up the wreckage he had just caused, and hurried upstairs.

Clara Walter saw his slovenly figure pouting, threw the melon shell directly to the ground, his lips snorted:

- Your eyes and nose on your head? See this shit right under my feet?

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