Devil CEO's Wife.

person? He had already taken her b

cia Mason panicked and

ently and put it in his other

shook the phone in his hand. "The other is to bring the memory card you secretly photographed to the police station." R

ed her fists and he

she meet s

rformance to everyone you know." Lucius Tate said arrogantly again, reaching out to

e you know...what

ily, but Lucius Tate caught it easily, with a cruel s

onya Freeman’s slender waist and walke

e call her

ia M

this man..

he wind on the path outside the barbed wire fence

and the other holding the steering wheel, a su

a Mas

this proud little princess

once disdained him

still her

s? Why don't you, Bronya, stay with you today..." Bronya Freeman pointedly

and sid

of side dishes reall

e hotel." Lucius Tate

d, and her eyes were watery as she stared at the man in the d

eadly body, exuding a wild and sycophantic air, and the most important th

ing to this

tar with just one word. Besides, with such a God-given

pain between her legs made Marcia Mason sit down wit

as raped by

herself to such a point? Is it wo

ed uncontrollably, a

as her slender hands clenc

-short skirt and covering up her awkward buttocks, Marcia Mason reluctantly re

terious creature?" Uncle Baruch Hensley came out of the house carrying a briefcase and bumped

ful in his career. He always looked like he was

n smiled bi

ation, something that could bring the entire magazine ba

t." The uncle patted her shoulde

, you are also a man. Others drag their families and move to the city, and the houses get bigger and bigger." , y

a Mason, i

ent. Her father's company declared bankruptcy, Zhengdang was impr

s surrounded by stars overnight... to

uncle who adopted her and aske

, Marcia Mason took a shower. The water in her room

pinched red bruises on the snow-wh

erything from her came b

.. surrounded her airtightly, devouring

and kneaded her

ry, like an animal biti

such a shameless

rus

ned the faucet to cold. The cold water from the shower washed

athroom, Marcia Mason threw the sweater and torn white s

nd my parents when I was a child. In the pho

dn’t even understa

she was a child, so he filled her later life w

ten how to write t

n put the photo on the table and stopped

and taking it, Marcia Mason glanced at the photographic equipme

arrogant, and

ll has to f

t know her, and he most likely sent that

his city and wait for her fat

video leak out, she could

rived at Repulse Bay, but was

y where a few people at the top of the country's pyramid

ated guard suddenly opened the gate, walked

ri flew into the commu

have time to see clearl

ri reversed at high speed

ndsome contours, perfect profile lines, and a pair of deep eyes staring at