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Scandalous President

New novel: "Public Enemy of the Elite: See you tonight, Mr. Xie!" is out, you're all welcome to come and check it out... New dish on the plate! Link: http://novel.hongxiu.com/a/1302448/ * A year ago, Grace Gordon, the step-daughter of the Gordon Family, married into the Yale Family amidst everyone's envious gaze. A year later, it was revealed that 27-year-old Grace Gordon had a 13-year-old illegitimate son, and was driven out by the Yale Family. A marriage left her in ruin, without home or loved ones. At this point, she realized that the Yale Family's acceptance of her had ulterior motives. - He is a rising star in politics, and their only connection is that they once woke up in the same bed. When they meet again, he looks at her through a veil of smoke, his voice low and steady: "Grace Gordon, leave Lewis Yale... become my wife." - After three years of a secret marriage, she becomes his greatest support. He also stands at the pinnacle, despising everyone else. She comes home drunk, red wine in her left hand, and a divorce agreement in her right. Her drunken demeanor captivating, eyes smiling faintly: "The days when we used each other... should come to an end." He looks at her intensely: "Stop joking, just when everybody finds out about you, you want to divorce? Wouldn't that be telling everyone that the President has been abandoned?" - Stanhope Brown encountered such a woman five years ago. She was poison to him...a drug he couldn't quit, forget, and felt that pampering her was never enough. Grace Gordon encountered such a man five years ago. For her, he was her pillar of strength, her redemption...he was the tattoo forever etched in her heart and impossible to erase.

Thousand Birch Fallen · Urban
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433 Chs

Chapter 255: Is Stanhope Brown Married? 3

Grace Gordon looked into Stanhope Brown's burning eyes and said, "There are too many supporters outside. Everyone else has left, and I'm the only one who hasn't... If your supporters find out, it won't be good..."

"What are you afraid of?" Stanhope chuckled. "I'm with my own wife in the car. Who would say anything?"

Grace furrowed her brow and grabbed her bag, ready to leave.

"Grace..." Stanhope leaned on the conference table and pulled her in front of him, "Are you prepared to live like this with me for the rest of our lives?"

"We can get a divorce..."

"I just announced my marriage, and now I'm supposed to get a divorce?" Stanhope laughed softly, his deep eyes filled with tender fragments.

He tucked Grace's hair behind her ear, and she didn't avoid it this time, standing defiantly.

Stanhope tilted his head, trying to meet her lowered gaze. "Do you want to help me win the general election or stop me?"

Grace frowned and raised her eyes, her pupils clear and cold.