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Mrs Hale, I Surrender

Zoe Bell was the foster daughter of the Bell Family. On the night she was thrown out, her fiancé was already wrapping his arm around his new love, making headlines in the entertainment news. Afterwards, Zoe found herself caught in one scandal after another, all because she was seen with the most powerful man in Capital City. Everyone sneered, convinced she was nothing more than a fleeting plaything for Mr. Hale. But little did they know that from the very first moment when he laid eyes on her, Mr. Hale had only one thought - He was going to seize love with boldness! - People were all waiting to find something to mock Zoe about, so they intentionally asked William Hale what relationship he was holding with Zoe Bell. Mr. Hale merely laughed and said, "Maybe I haven’t tried hard enough, because after being married for so long, Mrs. Hale still refuses to announce it publicly or give me my rightful title." It was a night with thick, humid air, Zoe was left breathless as William kissed her with arms firmly wrapping around her waist. His voice was low and scorching, “Mrs. Hale, am I trying hard enough?” Zoe gritted her teeth - He was trying way too hard! 【See how the aloof CEO falls for love】 【Love After Marriage】

Beautiful Crescent · Urbain
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239 Chs

159 Abuse the Scum (1) Abandon the mother and keep the child, slap the unfilial son

By the time Old Lady Hugh returned after a simple wash and change of clothes, the evening clouds were merging, and the dark gold of the sky was sinking in the west.

The reddish twilight streamed through the clouds into the room, bathing the entire living room in a fiery glow. During the wait, Molly Hanson behaved, displaying an unusually obedient and submissive demeanor.

Hannah Johnson scorned:

Pretentious and affected.

To eat something, she used a hundred and eighty little gestures, and one didn't need to look closely to know that her face wasn't her original one.

She really didn't understand why her father liked her.

"At my age, movements are slow, you all must be impatient waiting," Old Lady Hugh said, seated at the head of the table, dressed in clothes of cloud brocade, both noble and comfortable.

"How could we be, as the elder, we should be waiting for you," Molly replied with a smile.