Earning Billions From My Cruel Fiancé

e back of his hand. But her gaze was lowered, trying to see the ph

se of contempt. It emits

screen in Hua font: **Target f

logic conflict detected. Favorability coverage has be

letely disappeared. A pleasant, warm sense of fullness spread th

that even his ears were stained with color. Her previously chaotic thoughts now sprang into ac

ly pull his hand back. I got blood on you. H

and refused to let go. She leaned in closer, deliberately traci

iolated. He looks ...... Enchanted. His gaze locked

h-pitched notification sounds sounded: **Affection threshold has been broken. Additional rewards have be

ng

ophole in the system-an ATM that can walk, talk, a

ect and heartbreaking sympathy. A sad yet beautiful smile appeared at the co

ile, his shyness shattered. "I'm Jules."

k more questions when a beam of light pierced the dar

d his hand back from her and hurriedly hid behind a huge, lu

Alfred walked in, holding a large flashlig

ng alone in the center of the room. A trace of surprise flashed acros

She hugged herself, trembling dramatically. "I'm very sorr

overturned music stand, then swept toward the shadow behind the

dry coat from his shoulders and draped it over her. The coat is warm, carr

en tighter. As she followed Alfred out, she r

s were watching her, filled with d

hoing with footsteps. As they neared the main

ouse sometimes ......

ed warning. "Is there anyone else in the g

. That wasn't judgment, but a weary scrutiny. "Mr. Beaumont has been through a lot."

stery but also confirmed one thing: Alfred was

into his pocket, took something out, and stuffed it into her hand.

ght, Mis

ocked the door. She immediately picked up her ph

s clear: **Subject: Julien Beaumont IV. Physical host: 1. Self-statu

e open the chocolate wrapper, and took a bit

spread across her face.