On the day my family was destroyed, the scumbag CEO bought me as a plaything for one million dollars.
I slapped the check on his face with my backhand: "A poor man, how dare you imitate others and rob him by force?"
——Because I am bound to the [Anti-PUA Master] system.
He cut off my money, so I won the lottery jackpot, rented out all the advertising space in his company building, and played his social media videos on a loop.
He blocked my career, and I showed off my international chief designer waistcoat, putting him out of reach.
Later, he knelt down at the press conference with red eyes: "Wanwan, the company and I belong to you."
I hugged and flirted with the little wolfdog, my red lips slightly hooked: "Sorry, Mr. Huo, my pet space is full."
#Why is the heroine of the torture novel so happy and crazy#
#Is Mr. Scum chasing his wife at the crematorium today#
#burned, but his ashes are raised#
