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One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan. As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing. On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his... Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

Beauty Under the Moon · 现代言情
分數不夠
4778 Chs

I cannot escape.

編輯: Atlas Studios

It was said that they died from drug overdose and overexertion.

There was nothing too sinful or grotesque at that mass orgy. Games like the bomb shot and Russian roulette ruled the place.

He personally witnessed a group of girls, blindfolded, being led to form a circle with their butts sticking out. The men could do whatever they wanted with those girls once the music started playing. The first one to give up would have to drink a shot. Likewise, the bomb shots they had at that debauchery were simply outrageous.

The death of a few younglings was nothing of concern to those rich men. They could easily cover up the matter with some hushed money.

A few naïve ones did not realize how deadly this place could be until they stepped in it. Alas, it was too late for any regrets. There was no way for them to retreat once they entered; the men practically forced themselves on them.