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?"

and asked

natural daughter, especially of a club dancer. Your stepmother loves you and

one minute, and the words—natural

years,

to elicit sympathy will keep telling everyone they meet that they are illegitimate, and the reason why I didn't say it is because

for much self-evaluation and thus kept silent. He sneered at

need a wife to stop your toying with life and

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

by a hand good looking but not