Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

She knew this clearly in her heart, and felt even more sad and regretful.

Can't go back anymore.

She lay down on the table and burst into tears.

In the distance, her housekeeper and servants stood there watching, with indifferent helplessness on each other's faces.

………………

Private waters in Chicago, USA.

On the blue sea level, a private jet hangs from the sky.

The woman who came down was wearing a black mink coat, and a red tight-fitting long skirt wrapped her bumpy figure. Her long fiery red curly hair hung behind her, and her eyebrows were painted with exquisite makeup, full of arrogance.She has a pair of charming eyes like emeralds, fair skin, and she can't tell her age.

"Miss."

The bodyguard at the door opened the door respectfully and let the woman in. The woman did not look sideways. The [-]cm high heels stepped on the hard marble floor and made a "dong dong" sound. Everyone straightened their backs and looked solemn. .

"where is he?"

The woman took off her sunglasses, threw them to the bodyguard in black, and asked in a cold voice.

"The third floor."

The woman nodded slightly, took off her mink coat casually, and threw it aside, her high-heeled shoes had already stepped on the stairs to the third floor.

The few people who followed her hurriedly followed with a respectful attitude.

"Miss." The bodyguard guarding the door on the third floor nodded at the woman, opened it and respectfully welcomed her in.

The woman stood at the door with slight hesitation, then made up her mind and got up and entered the house.

The interior decoration is very simple, there is only a huge bed, and a pale young man is lying on it.Under the white sheets, the man's face was almost paler than the sheets.

Various instruments were inserted into his body, and liquid was poured into his body from the back of his hand. Only his slightly undulating chest showed that he was still alive.

The woman stood by the bed for a long time, quietly looking at her brother who lay silently on the bed. After a while, her fingers trembled slightly.

"How is the situation now?"

she asked coldly.

The doctor who was adjusting the drip at the side wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said: "He has been rescued, and whether he can wake up depends on Master Lance's will to survive."

The woman glanced at Lance on the bed, and snorted softly: "That's okay. This guy's will to survive is stronger than a dog." She said it harshly, but her expression was obviously relaxed.

"How many days have you been in a coma?"

"More than two months." The doctor hesitated and said.

"..." The woman stood in front of the bed, looked at Lance lying on the bed, suddenly bent down, and slapped him, "Damn, when will you wake me up? I'm not going to prepare for the mess you left behind tidy!"

"..."

"Miss..." The doctor standing aside broke out in cold sweat.

The woman grabbed Lance's collar and slapped Lance three times. Seeing that the other party hadn't moved, her eyes trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, let go, and got up and went to the French window beside her.

Her lips trembled slightly, and it took her a while to regain her composure.

"Call Asa here."

she said.

Asa was the female nurse who rushed in and took Lance away.

She entered the room and glanced at the woman standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, took a deep breath, and walked over.

"Miss, are you looking for me?"

"Why is he hurt?"