She is a CEO by George Chapman
Chapter 1 She Was Set Up
So noisy!
On the large bed, Lucia Webb felt a dull pain all over her body and a tearing pain between her legs ...
Suddenly, the door clicked open. People standing in the doorway swarmed in and focused their cameras on Lucia who was in a trance.
"Miss Webb, Mr. Taylor threw you a wedding anniversary party yesterday, but you were the only one absent from it. Why?"
"Miss Webb, may I ask what has happened to you over the last twenty hours since Mr. Taylor called the police?"
Call the police? Party? Wedding anniversary?
Lucia had a splitting headache and a series of questions from reporters brought back memories of last night...
She didn't have time to think it twice. Her blurred vision gradually turned clear. As her gaze swept across the strangers surrounding the bed and settled on Jacob Taylor's face, she got so nervous that she forgot to breathe.
It was their first wedding anniversary last night...
Lucia struggled to sit up, the quilt slipped from her body, and then the red marks on her pretty skin were shown, indicating she had sex last night...
The reporters in front of her came to boo. Lucia cast down her eyes, saw numerous red marks on her skin, and gasped.
She hurriedly gripped Jacob's wrist, "It's not like what you think!"
"Enough!" Jacob snapped, with his eyebrows knitted, and mixed emotions in his eyes. He took two steps forward and threw his jacket at Lucia's face. "Go home!"
The farce ended, but the news that the son-in-law of Webbex Group got cuckolded soon spread through the town.
sofa, distracted. The spacious home was empty, just like the huge hole in her heart that was gouged out by a
"Click". The door opened.
recovered from her stupefaction, she mechanically looked up at Jacob who wore the neat
his sleeve like crazy, "Jacob, trust
that she reserved a room for her and Jacob. Lucia did not doubt it but drank a glass of water prepared by Poppy in the room, and her memory
cheated on me but I got no idea about
motioned to the man beside him to walk over, and turned around
the expressionless man who wore
Fletcher. Here are the
papers on the corner of the coffee table and indifferently added, "Webbex Group's former chairman made a will before his
what's the point of hanging on without any sense
standing upright in front of her was incomparably strange. She glanced at the divorce agreement. He had signed it, and it seemed that he
Webbex Group is the property my father left me, and I'm not giving
snort of laughter, "Lucia, you even have the cheek to have the police investigate. Aren't you ashamed of what you did? If
then he calmly took out a palm-sized and flat
opened it and bent down to place the small wooden box on the ground, his triumphant gaze gradually becoming clearer, "Didn't you say this was a relic
foot and was about to tread
crazy, her pupils
Jacob already stepped on the box. If he exerted slight force, the antique ring would be in pieces, "Be a good girl
I'll do it," she responded
this point, she felt like she had fallen into
she had no
pen was shaking. He signed his name at the bottom of the page so neatly and carefully
handwriting, as she numbly scrawled her name letter by