Facing her slander, he just threw a casual glance at her. "You'd better save some energy. There are quite a few tramps here. Perhaps you have to run home after a while. Good luck. Bye..."

After saying that, the car swooshed away.

Exhausted by a long walk, Nelly had a look at her watch. Since she was thrown out of the car, it had been an hour. The soles of her feet were burning red.

"You bastard! Why didn't you throw my handbag out?"

She had no money to take a taxi. More terribly, this was near the suburbs. Few cars passed here, which made it difficult for her to take a ride.

All this way, she didn't meet any tramp but heavy rain.

She hid in a bus station. The words and signs on an old board had faded to some degree. She couldn't tell where the bus was going.

With torn clothes, wet hair, and no money, she looked just like a tramp.

Finally, a bus arrived. Its terminal was only a few roads away from the Longman's. But sadly, she couldn't even afford the fare of two yuan. Only then did she know how despairing it was to be penniless.

Fortunately, the driver was a kind-hearted man. Seeing how shabby she was, he thought she had confronted an assault. So he not only gave her a free ride but also asked if she needed to call the police.

She shook her head. She indeed wanted to call the police, but she guessed they would be freaked out after seeing the wanted man, the scion of the richest family in City A.

After going home, she walked around in the house under the disgusted stare of the maids. The water dripped onto the expensive imported carpet, which almost drove them crazy.

Nelly looked at the maids who appeared more like the hostess than her. "What are you looking at? Dry them up now."

Her mood couldn't be worse today. If these fence-stragglers were clever enough, they would know they'd better not provoke her.

"Tsk, what's there to show off? She's just squatted others' position! How dare she take herself as the real hostess?"

Facts proved that there were always people who were out looking for trouble. When Nelly had just gone upstairs, a maid talked behind her back.

Nelly smiled and looked down at all the maids. "Sometimes, it's also an ability to squat others' positions. If you're capable, you can also have a try. There will be great wealth for you to enjoy for a whole life. But sadly, you can't make it, because you have nothing to show off like me. Old Mr. Longman won't pay any attention to you."

Her words were just like a bomb that destroyed their daydreams of marrying into rich families. They hated, envied, and had a slap in the face.

Going through a long corridor, Nelly came to her bedroom. As she turned the knob, she paused and hesitated. Then, she looked at the opposite room. There was no light between the floor and the door. Benjamin was not back.

But it made sense. He had said he would go to the "paradise", an enjoyable love nest. How could he be back before a whole night of hilarity? She revealed a self-mockery smile.

After a comfortable bath, she applied some liquid medicine on her ankles and began reading under the light of a lamp. Just then, the phone on the nightstand buzzed.

She had a glance at the caller ID: Carlos Hanks.

He was Benjamin's childhood friend, one of the dandies in City A. When pregnant, their mothers had decided to pair the kids or develop sisterhood or brotherhood between them. This had been to further the cooperation between the two family enterprises.

Later, the women had given birth to two boys who were then raised as brothers sharing a pair of pants.

But Nelly didn't like Carlos.

After all, a normal woman wouldn't have a good impression of a dissolute man. Besides, she was playing the role of Benjamin's wife.

Birds of a feather flock together. Neither of the brothers was reliable.

The phone was still ringing. Carlos seldom called her unless Benjamin met trouble.

Recalling what had happened this day, Nelly felt an impulse to switch off her phone.

But after a while, she had to visit Old Mr. Longman who might ask her where his grandson was. As Benjamin's wife, she had the responsibility to give a sound explanation.

So she answered the phone and heard the noise of the People's House In Paradise.

As a cold glint crossed her eyes, she said in a flat tone, "Hello, I'm Nelly Jones. May I know what you are calling for?"

"Hi! Mrs. Jones, I'm Carlos Hanks. Why didn't you answer my phone? Don't you have my number in your phone?"

As he talked, he always ended a sentence with a voice up. His every word and every pause seemed to have the magic to fascinate all the women, but Nelly was an exception. "I know who you are. I just want to ask whether Benjamin Longman collided with others again."

Half a year ago, Benjamin had driven drunk and caused an accident. Only a relative could bail him out, so Carlos had asked her over immediately.

She had hurried to the police station and solved the dispute smoothly. While Benjamin, after a sound sleep, had driven off with a blonde the next second.

She had helped him clean up all the mess without sleeping for a night, but she hadn't even heard a word of thanks from him.

"No, no, but he doesn't feel good now. He's drunk! He's as drunk as a lord..." Carlos's voice sounded anxious. "Can you pick him up? We're..."

"The People's House In Paradise, right?" she interrupted. "I'm not going there. Why don't you drive him back?"

"Oh, please. We're all drunk. There are quite a few spots to check drunk driving nearby. If he's caught by traffic policemen, he'll trouble you again." he tried to reason with her.

She replied with silence. Why couldn't they hire a designated driver?

Just then, Carlos suddenly said in a mysterious whisper, "Most importantly, Benjamin has been murmuring your name after getting drunk."

Benjamin was murmuring her name?

Was that possible?

Nelly tried to be patient and reminded, "Mr. Hanks, are you sure it's not Kay? Although our surnames are the same, our first names are quite different."

"Well..." Carlos hesitated and said after a while, "Yes! I'm sure! Very sure! If you don't believe me, I can put the phone to his mouth and let you hear his voice!"

In the next one or two seconds, she caught the coquettish words like "Mr. Hanks, come and play with me", "Mr. Hanks, which woman has seduced you? Why don't you join us?"

With a hand on her forehead in disgust, she tried very hard not to hang up the phone. Finally...

"Nelly... Nelly... where, where are you..."

Although the voice was low and broken, she was sure it was Benjamin's.

He was really calling her? And he even cared about where she was?

Somewhat touched, she blurted out, "Which room are you in?"

Hearing the reply from Carlos, she hung up the phone hurriedly.