A Miracle Fault

Early in the morning, a tantalizing aroma of testosterone emanated from the man's body. As long as he was with her, his mind would be overwhelmed with those erotic things, and with this thought in mind, he took practical action.

Emmeline was instantly lost in his tenderness, and the gush of the male sexual desire penetrated directly into her nostrils.

She felt all her strength being drained from her while the man kissed her harder and harder.

He carried her to the bed, looked down at her beautiful face, took off the pyjamas that were in the way, and kissed her again on the lips.

In the next second, the man draped his pyjamas and jumped out of the wheelchair, carrying the girl directly into the bathroom.

He helped her clean…

Emmeline suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have any disability and could do anything without his legs. He skilfully washed her body, and put her back on the bed after wiping her clean.

And he went to the dressing room and changed his clothes straight away, "Emmeline, get some rest, I'm going to the office."

Emmeline was so exhausted that she could only nod and watch the man gleefully slide his wheelchair out of the bedroom.

In the president's office of the Byrne Group, Stefan sat elegantly in his chair, flipping through the documents.

"Boss, Nicolas called today and said that Emmaline is sick. Can the divorce be rescheduled for another day?" Chand stood in front of the desk and said.

something, the sound of a security guard fighting

but the door had already been pushed

walked in in a rage. "Stefan, what do you mean? I asked you to meet me at Astor Entertainment Center yesterday, and you stood me up. Today, you even let the security guard stop

at Frank, "Mr. Vice President, what do you want? I remember your office is downstairs, and you're in the company

of him. It was the first time in so many years that he had examined him closely. He radiated majesty, dominance

of his life, but never thought he would dare to take the presidency, "What qualifications do you have to sit in this seat, it was I who was working for the company for so many years. You have done nothing and you want to be the ready-made president. I advise

like he wanted to burn the nasty person in

you whether I'm qualified to sit in this position or not! Frank, on the basis of you brutalizing your brothers, killing the innocents and engaging in money laundering activities in the name of the Byrne Group, I can send you directly to prison for any of these crimes. But I don't

on the chair behind him; his angular and sculpturally

by

tracks and his body began to

you will be found out one day when you do those things. And doing those things with your status, do

his brother was no longer the fool who once allowed him to bully without a word. What he was doing behind

and he

president's office and closed the door with a bang, and the secretary outside the door was so scared

table in his office in half. Wrathfully, he slumped down

wouldn't take such a result lying down. He was absolutely not willing to accept the cripple riding roughshod over him. For so many years, everything here belonged to him, so why would it be snatched away

looked out at the blood-red sunset and his heart rolled

After having a simple meal, she sat on the balcony

and said, "Lady, there