Filed to story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
At this time, more and more people gathered outside. Everyone pointed at Damien and scolded him: “Ew! You scum!”
Damien, “…”
Damien never expected that one day the label “scum”
would suddenly fall on his head during more than 40 years of his life. This was such a damn good experience!
Three black lines flowed down from his forehead. He felt that sooner or later his reputation would be ruined by this woman, Joyce.
“Okay, stop crying!”
Damien lowered his voice.
Joyce was sobbing, tears actually falling, forming on her face. She looked at him weakly, “You… you’re still mean to me, boohoo…”
“…”
Okay, Damien admitted she won. He said, “Hold on and get in the car!”
“Okay!”
Joyce quickly raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, then happily sat in the luxury car.
The extended version of the business car was speeding down the road. The driver in front secretly raised his head and looked through the rearview mirror at Joyce, a brave and strange woman.
But before he could look at her, the driver felt a second cold gaze on him. Damien was looking at him with gentle but murderous eyes.
The driver’s s scalp felt numb and he immediately withdrew his eyes, not daring to look anymore.
Joyce sat next to Damien, took out two tissues and wiped her face.
Damien glanced at her and asked, “Why don’t you welcome guests today?”
Joyce’s hands shook. This man was so naughty, he gave her back the “receiver”
that he talked about last time at Windshire Palace.
Joyce sat up straight and looked seriously at Damien, “Mr. Robert, you seem to despise my current job!”
Damien pouted: “Is it not obvious enough?”
Now what should he call her? An owner of prostitution? A prostitute? Does she want him to give her a few rounds of applause and tell her how great she is?
Joyce frowned, “…Mr. Robert, this is your fault. You can look down on me, but you can’t look down my work. They are all immigrant workers making a living, regardless of what they look like, so why do you discriminate like that?”
Damien curled his thin lips into a cold smile, “In the end, you still want to make money. Joyce, I think you can sell anything as long as you can make money!”
He finally discovered that she was a money addict.
Joyce was confused. Why was he angry?
She just loves money!
He was born as a son of Imperial, the family was well-off and not poor. If one person makes money, the whole family is not hungry. But for her, she has a lot of people to feed.
In this world, no one can live freely as they wish, and everyone has their own responsibilities.
“Mr. Robert, did I steal your money? Did I rob you? No, so what does it have to do with you?
“You!”
Damien was angry, but quickly changed his voice and asked: “How much does it cost you to receive guests?”
What?
Joyce’s eyes immediately lit up. Is he… attracted to one of her girls?
The business just took off?
Joyce looked at Damien. This is the real financial master, being around him would be great.
“Mr. Robert, what do you mean…?”
Joyce was a little uncertain.
Damien looked into her watery eyes sparkling with light, curling his thin lips with pleasure: “One million? Seven million? Fifteen million? Is that enough?”
God!
Joyce took a breath and said, “Enough! Enough! Mr. Robert, you are so aggressive. Tell me, which girl in our Windshire Palace do you like? You can choose our leader!”
Damien reached out, used his slender fingers to pinch her small jaw, and one word spilled out from, his thin lips: “You!”
Joyce blinked her eyelashes. What does he mean? Does he want her?
“What’s wrong, don’t you sell? You can sell anything for money. If fifteen million isn’t enough, I can give you thirty million, fifty million…”
Joyce really wanted to cover her ears. This tens of millions was definitely the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. Please save her! She could hardly resist this temptation.
“But but…”
“But what? You go out to sell and I use money to buy you. You just said I can freely choose the maid of Windshire Palace, but now that I have chosen you and you are not happy?
Joyce was speechless. Fifteen million, thirty million, fifty million… is a lot of money. She can use this money to build a plant to cultivate precious medicinal herbs in Visionary. The people of Visionary can grow medicinal herbs to earn a living and have a prosperous life.
But…but…she can’t sell herself…
Damien saw her struggling and felt very good. He said, “I’ll give you three seconds to think it over. You must have realized that I have a lot of money. How much money you can take from me depends only on your ability.”
The driver in front heard these words trembling, almost suspecting he was hallucinating. He has been with his boss for so many years. He was a noble and excellent man, but he had never done anything like using money to bribe a woman.
“One.”
“Two…”
Damien started the countdown.
“Wait… wait a minute!”
Joyce said embarrassedly: “Mr. Robert, it’s not that I don’t want to make money from you. It’s just… I can’t sell myself.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m married.”
Joyce said.
She is married…
These words quickly exploded in Damien’s cars. His black pupils instantly shrank, looking at her in surprise.
What did she just say?
Did she say she was married?
In fact, many years have passed and he is already married, so it is normal for her to talk about having a boyfriend or getting married.
No one is willing to stop and wait for the love between two people just because of one wild night. But Damien was still stunned. He was surprised to see her red lips opening and closing, not understanding what she just said.
Joyce looked at him and repeated, “Sorry, Mr. Robert. I’m married.”
After a few seconds, Damien slowly regained his senses. A bright smile overflowed from his fiery red phoenix eyes. He said, “Hello Joyce, you are really nice. 1, Damien, am really st upid to waste so much time with a married woman!”
Having finished speaking, he let go of her small chin, took out a few tissues and wiped his hands. vigorously, as if he had just touched something dirty.
The atmosphere in the luxury car suddenly dropped to a low level.
At this point, they had reached the destination, the driver respectfully opened the back door, Damien and Joyce got out of the car.
“Honey”
A greasy voice quickly spoke up.
Damien looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly running towards Joyce with his arms wide open. “Honey”
is of course for Joyce.
Damien suddenly narrowed his eyes. He knows this fat guy. He did business with him, his name is Dutton Green.
The Green family was originally aristocratic, but the Dutton generation declined. Dutton bikes to drink, loves beauty, has deep dark circles under his eyes, and seems to often “wake up late”.
There’s nothing wrong with dark circles, but Dutton’s dark circles make him ugly.
Could Dutton be…her husband?
Just now she said she was married. Could it be that she married Dutton?
Dutton happily ran over, wanting to hug Joyce tightly. She was standing still, and when Dutton lunged forward, she quickly ducked to the side.
This time Dutton didn’t stop in time to rush forward, almost falling over.
The man next to him quickly grabbed Dutton. Dutton felt very embarrassed, glared fiercely at that man, then turned around, smiled at Joyce, and said affectionately: “Joyce, honey. You’re being naughty again.”