City G, in the presidential suite.

Immersed in the indistinct light, the two persons who made love on the bed filled with burning passion.

Cindy Smith lost her last trace of mind as the man kept inserting into her crazily. She could not help but use her fingernails to scratch his back.

The man groaned, watching her with his erogenous eyes. After a short period of being intoxicated, he flew into rage.

'Who are you?!'

'Boom!!'

Cindy picked up her high heels and threw them to his head hardly.

She, in a trance, still felt that this guy is so handsome.

Nevertheless, it didn't mean anything. He is just a pimp that she had randomly chosen to take revenge on her in-waiting husband.

That's right. She slept with a pimp.

Cindy felt delightful and got up from the bed, blowing a whistle. She checked her bag and found that there was no cash. She frowned and then pulled down her necklace.

'We can call this an even.'

She, mumbling to herself, put the necklace on the night table and dressed up quickly. Then she left the room.

Her family, in pursuit of marriage alliance, wanted to marry her to Leo Brook, the bastard of Brook Family. It is said that Leo, ruthless and tyrannical as he is, had married four wives. However, none of them could survive until the next day. And they all died horribly.

Smith Family doesn't want their youngest daughter to suffer, so they chose to put her, the daughter given birth by the ex-wife, to death without any doubt.

What a nice move.

Just thinking about this, Cindy curled her lips. If her poor mother did not die so early, how can her father's mistress become part of her family.

She signed. It's such a shame that she could not even remember what her mother looked like. In her memory, mother was very gentle.

'Swoosh!'

Outside the hotel, a black car suddenly stopped in front of her. Some well-trained bodyguards got off and surrounded her.

'Cindy, Mrs. Smith told us to protect you to the villa.'

Protect?

More like escort!

Cindy cast a contemptuous eye secretly. She knew that no resistance would yield fruitful outcomes. So, she bent down and got into the car.

After a little while, the car stopped in front of Smith's house.

Cindy looked at this superb building. Something implicit was hidden in her eyes.

She had heard that her mother was a strong woman. Every inch of this building was owing to her mother's efforts. However, she died without having the chance to enjoy her achievements.

'Cindy, please come in.'

The bodyguard with a black suit next to her said.

Cindy lowered her eyes and restrained herself. Then she walked out of the car, without any words.

This villa, inherited from her mother, is her nightmare.

As she was opening the door, a cup was throwing toward her and landed on her shoulder accurately. She, in the grip of great pain, almost cried out.

'Where did you wander around at night?!'

Hearing this roar, she looked up and found that it was her so-called dad, Johnson Smith. She curled her lips. Someone must have made many pillow talks. She gave a cynical look.

'I......'

Without letting her finish, Joyce Wood opened her mouth.

'Cindy, what can I say to you? How can a young girl hang about in the height of night? I also heard that you fooled around the whole night in the hotel. If anybody took a picture of that, the reputation of our family would be ruined.'

Everybody knows that what Johnson values most is the reputation of Smith Family. Joyce's words equaled adding fire to the fuel.

As Joyce was complaining, Johnson's face clouded even more. He raised his hand and slapped Cindy.

'Bang!'

With this heavy slap on the face, Cindy felt something echoing in her head.