The next morning, when the whole city began to liven up from the night's silence, a all black Rolls-Royce drove into the Hongguang mansion.

After getting off the car, Edward Lu rubbed his sore neck. He was a little tired after working for a long Carla last night.

But he couldn't help thinking of the arrogant and domineering face of Carla. He didn't know what that disobedient woman was doing now.

In the room, Carla was lying idly on the sofa and reading a magazine he had randomly found. After a few days' rest, she had become energetic again.

"Wow, this dress is beautiful, and the model is also handsome."...