The Billionaire's Ultimate Challenge

t Mrs. Taylor. "Housekeeper, take

ody tremble. She hurried to Abigail's side and sa

e and slowly stood up. She glanced at Ricard, who gave her

ss than a minute to reach, today it seemed to take several minutes. On the third-floor stairs, R

ed, descending the stairs and le

a classic and demure European style from the previous

peeked through, forming a halo over Ricard's head. Ricard disliked this bright feeling, so he w

ng why, but he knew it belonged to her. Abigail stood

rowed his eyes slightly and becko

m his mouth, and Abigail felt a sudden fear. She took hesi

s arms, licking the delicate edge of her ear. The little girl in his arms trembled slightly, n

igail had grown used to his actions, though it still sent chills through her body each time. Since she under

, not her brother

when she was seven and had naively asked, "Mrs. T

open, and Ricard appeared in a black suit. He said nothing,

you. When you grow up..." His eyes roamed her body, his ringed finger caressing her cheek. After a mome

stupidly nodded. Later, Mrs. Taylor frequently told her stories about men and women, and s

ke Ricard's, was more

r had been undone, exposing her bare back to the cool air. In her memory, Ricard had held her and kissed he

eyes flashed, his face

d a few steps, standing in front of him. "Ricar

e leaned back, playi

l?" After a moment of si

n carelessly, it would be reported back to him. She couldn't understand why she couldn't go

pure childhood, why could she only li

After careful consideratio

ew he hadn't treated her badly, spending a lot of money

as other children." Abigail's naïve and simple idea un

l seated on the sofa, with a smile that seemed dark and ominous

made Abigail shiver. She knew her status well, but still didn't

authority to say, "Ricard, Abigail is still young. When she grows

one, who knew what would happen. As she stood there, bewildered, Ricard stood up, hand

your grandfather's funeral, you can temporarily lea