Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire

"Am I supposed to be an orphan? I guess so, since my mother passed away," Alvera shrugged. 

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you want to continue to talk to me in this position?"

Roland stared at her intently as she changed the subject.

"Where did your brother come from?" He asked.

"He's my half-brother from my father's side. We didn't live together, but his mother was nice to me, so we have a good relationship," she told him. "Do you like this answer, Mr. Francois?"

Roland replied disdainfully, "Your family's dynamic is too messy."

"Indeed, but it's not our fault that our father is a scumbag," Alvera agreed. "Can you get off of me now, Mr. Francois? I haven't eaten yet, so I don't have the strength to carry you."

Roland stood up and checked his watch. "You haven't eaten? It's only five o'clock now."

"I meant lunch," she said.

Roland glanced at her coldly.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Mr. Francois, the surgery is starting soon, but I'm craving some snacks now. I probably won't be able to eat for a long time after the operation, so can you bring me out?"

Her tone was inquisitive, but her actions said otherwise. Alvera had already gotten off the bed and had found her clothes from the wardrobe.

"We're not going," he said coldly.

"Mr. Francois, I'm exchanging my liver for a meal. It's a great deal for you," she said as she headed into the bathroom to change.

was dressed

his wrist and pulled

disliked

was allowed to pull him by

angry, but he

...

her out of the

the car, Alvera directed him towards a taco shop opposite the Calgary Middle

the shop would

frowned. "This is the snack that you're

and smiled at him charmingly.

into

around the dirty

...

two chicken enchiladas, a plate of tostadas, and two fajitas," Alvera

kitchen. "Hey, I thought that order was familiar. It's you!

shop owner and said, "I'm not a young lady now. Hurry up with the food, I'm

take long," the shop

the chair in disgust and remained

head to look at him. "What's wrong, Mr. Francois, too dirty

snorted and

napkins and wiped down his chair for him. She

...

said, "Hurry up and eat so

looked at Roland and said teasingly to Alvera,