When I opened my eyes, I went back to my wedding night when I was forced to marry a tyrant.
In her previous life, her family used her as a pawn, but the tyrant despised her, and she eventually died tragically in the cold palace.
She sneered and tore up her wedding dress, and slapped the tyrant on the face with her divorce letter that night: "Cooperate or get out?"
The tyrant narrowed his eyes: "Deal."
She started from scratch with modern financial means and became rich in cement and glass.
The scumbag father knelt down and begged to recognize her, so she fed him poisonous porridge: "I'll sign the bookmark to break up the relationship and then detoxify."
The prince threatened to investigate taxes, but she reported him for embezzling 30 million from the national treasury.
When her ex-husband cried and begged to get back together, she threw him to feed the pigs: "The pig farm needs a shit shovel. "
When the tyrant came holding the phoenix seal to put an end to the rumors, she was counting the money with her legs crossed: "Is the bride price enough? "
He leaned over and chuckled: "Is it enough for you to continue to be the richest man? "
