Dangerous: Don't Mess With The Domineering Boss
er stuff. I have prepared everything for you. But if there's anything else you need, there is a supermarke
ted in the back seat. And after hearing
ate? I might as well marry you!" A teasing sm
ood idea. I don't
er and uttered, "Mommy, plea
Uncle Roger is jus
ded, "What kind of frien
t, Wendy was utt
omeone better." She mana
n the US two and
College where she suffered from so much discrimination
al discriminatio
spoke broken English, wer
was when a lot of college guys began chasing after her––much to the jealousy
o helped her ag
ontact with Wendy. He knew that she needed money to take c
r was in some TV series, su
cting skills but also gain so
, Roger was defin
ill pay you
en you get the pay
lly trust m
urse, I have confiden
Roger came back
s called "The Story of Concubine Ivanka" under production. It cost th
same title. It was very popular online, and the
ected by Carter Williams, one
were needed. One of the supporting roles was in line with Wendy's image
reat opportu
With Roger as her very supportive agent, it was the perfect cha
was really grateful for all
won't laugh at you. After all, I'm as beautiful as a flower. It's reasonable for you to fall in
issistic
aningful look, and the two made an unb
nto a burst of laughter––m
..
aurant was a famous high-clas
ted into an ancient gateway. Inside were pavilions, terraces, bridges, and man-made rivers. A waiter in tra
oms were on the second floor. The decorations were in
me, but the open seat area on the fi
ny rich people!"
of this rest
r, especially amon
wonder how great
he second floor needed to be booked three months in advance.
o the hell
thing was impossi
urant is owned by one of my friends. I don't need to book it like the
d how Roger managed
to a private room
his first time to such a place. So, when he saw the traditional culture embed
e years since she last came to such
een that long, she w
ant to wash
wards the end. You can
I'll be ri
e corridor. But before she could even reach the doo
denly a voic
around her lower right leg. When Wendy gaze
her unique afro hair was like instant noodles. She was wearing a leather top with rivets, partnered with a gauze skirt e
ust have mistaken m
y, "I'm not a three-year-old child. How can I
d are y
ized, "Four! I am FOUR years old! I just celebrated m
ear-old kid.' Wendy's mouth twitch
r than Raymond, but somehow, she didn't fee
ter survived, she woul
the thought of her dead c
le gi
, come
ll.
tle girl grabbed her hand and dragged her in
and entering the private room,
ing formal clothes, enjoyin
he could only see the man's
ou, you are not beautiful in my daddy's eyes. I don't want my future brother or sister to gr
an was so angry that
daddy loves my mommy so much! You so-called beauti