The CEO’s Backup Wife

France. Outside the airport, a petite, slender figure stepped out, pulling a suitcase with her right hand. She was a young woman from the East, about seventeen or eighteen, with an elegant, delicate beauty touched by a hint of playfulness. A cute little dimple appeared on her right cheek when she smiled.

She looked around nervously. This was her first time in France, and she didn't know her way around. She was waiting for the man she loved to appear and come pick her up.

But for some reason, a surge in the crowd sent a domineering figure straight into her arms.

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