Rich Mommy's Talented Sons

After hanging up, Arthur stood on the top floor with the corner of his mouth slightly raised. He saw the cheers from Peel as he left the building, and the way he unknowingly infected him.

In his excitement Peel turned his head and saw Arthur on the top floor. "Thank you, boss."

At that moment, everyone in the building knew that this CEO's special assistant was extremely excited, and this special assistant seemed to have something to do with their boss.

Last time, after Arthur came back empty-handed, he finally gave up on investing in Zi.

That was a bloody lesson. Even though he, Arthur, was very confident, even though he was very smart, it still hurt him!

He didn't want to mess with that ghost-like fifth month, an existence even more terrifying than Zi, because he didn't know what would happen in the next second. Even if you wanted to resist, you would feel powerless.

After some thought, Arthur finally decided to throw caution to the wind.

The next day, all the major media magazines successively reported a piece of news titled "Darling, I'm sorry." Arthur's gloomy eyes pierced through all the women on the continent. That day, whether it was the newspapers or the magazines, sales all reached a peak.

Moreover, the speed at which this article was being browsed on the internet was unimaginably fast. All of this resulted in an obvious improvement in Arthur's company's performance along with the consequences. He hadn't been able to find her, but the consequences were laughable.

At this moment, there was a naked woman in Africa being pressed down by a few men and being played with wantonly. In any case, her eyes never left the man on the television who looked like a Greek god.

If you take a closer look, you'll recognize this woman as the young Jennifer.

"Stupid woman, what are you looking at? That kind of man is something even you can think of! " A man whose entire body was black slapped Jennifer hard in the face, and blood started to flow out of the corner of her mouth.

Jennifer closed her eyes, as if enduring something, and then opened them again, meekly. When the black men saw her appearance, they became very excited and began to work even harder. Jennifer fought back the pain in her body, hoping to catch a few more glances at the people on the television, but she passed out.

Red turned on the computer and fell in love with the man who had killed all the women in the world with a melancholy look on his webpage. He still hadn't changed. Looking at the report made him feel a little difficult to breathe. Who was this woman?

He was enjoying his love so happily. Even if it was just a split-second of excitement and passion, those girls would still jump into it without a care for their own safety. He really was a very popular man. She could only smile wryly as she felt physically and mentally exhausted from loving such a man. She always thought that she had forgotten. However, at this moment, her beating heart was still telling her that she still loved that man.

Deep into the bone marrow.

The pain of standing up on tiptoe to dance was unbearable. Right now, she was like dancing a ballet, dancing the dance that belonged to her in his heart without stop. Tears dripped onto the keyboard as he finally released his tears. The grievances, pain, and the cracks of betrayal in his heart were all vented out in that instant. The contrived love caused his body to be covered with wounds and scars everywhere. In the past, wayward girls no longer had cheerful laughter. Many times, she would lick her wounds in corners that others couldn't see.