The president's seventh bride

Alicia came downstairs with a big package, and Carlos took it for her, poker-faced, and then went straight to the Rolls-Royce parked outside. He opened the trunk, and threw it in.

Mr. and Mrs. Joliot-Curie said goodbye to their daughter hypocritically, but Alicia was absent because she was badly hit.

The pleasantries continued until the engine was started, and Alicia finally got rid of those two hypocritical faces. This visit was a complete success with the cooperation of Carlos. She took a long sigh of relief. She looked at the men beside her, and sincerely said, "Thank you today."

Carlos didn't respond, and Alicia couldn't help wondering for she discovered his cold eyes just when he took over her belongings.

"Why don't you talk?"

The car suddenly stopped on the roadside, and Carlos leaned over and asked her expressionless, "Why didn't you clearly state your lineage when I picked my wife?"

asked blankly, "Anything wrong about

stepmother loves you and allowed you

couldn't utter a word for one minute, and the words—natural daughter—were like a sharp sword piercing her heart

she was invulnerable over the years, but it turned out that she

will keep telling everyone they

much self-evaluation and thus kept silent. He sneered

to believe you need a wife to stop your toying with life and identity

the door and got off stubbornly. She was somewhat offended, and

arm was grabbed after a few steps by a hand good looking but