His Heiress Wife (Retika)

The hot spicy beef stew was glowing red.

Under constant exposure from high heat, the surface of the beef stew continuously formed small bubbles.Its fragrance strongly assailed the nose, making people want to immediately have a taste of it.

Although Melody loved beef stews, she had always been elegant as she ate.

On the contrary, Sarah who had grown up in the Sullivan family and had dining etiquette etched in her bone could not control herself today.

But it was understandable.

After all, she hadn't been able to eat properly for the past three months for the sake of her image.

Now that she was ‘free’, how could she resist the temptation of a tasty beef stew? Tyrone disapprovingly watched her eat and drink and shook his head.

"Sarah, you're now a popular star.Shouldn't you at least pay attention to your image?"

Sarah snorted and waved her spoon.

"Don't worry.It's not like I'm famous enough to get recognized in public."

The moment she said that, it backfired.

"Hey, isn’t this Sarah Sullivan? The new popular star?"

A piercing voice sounded from the front, its tone full of ridicule.It sounded like an uncouth ruffian.

Sarah found the voice vaguely familiar.She raised her head and looked at the person who talked.

A frown appeared on her face.

She softly muttered, "My life's genre must be horror.This ghost is always following me."

Her voice was barely audible but Melody had an exceptional sense of hearing.

Originally, Melody did not plan to pay attention to this.

However, after hearing Sarah's words, she felt like this wasn't a simple matter.She raised her head to look over.

The one who taunted Sarah wasn't alone and stood in front of the group.

He was fat and had big ears.

The clothes he wore had logos flashily printed on them.

Arrogance was written all over his face.

There was a pretty girl who was dressed very sexily beside him.Her outfit was so sexy that it was basically just small pieces of fabrics barely stitched together, not clothes.

It only covered the necessary parts.

She might as well go to the beach.

Seeing the girl's outfit, Melody felt like her eyes were stained.

girl looked outrageously tacky, making anyone who had more logic than

Melody regretted looking up.

glance, she

slices in front of her which she had always liked didn't smell

other party stare at Sarah, he fell

usual, he stood up and attempted to smooth

coincidence.I didn’t expect

doesn't happen often, may I have the honor to treat Mr.Wyne

sank slightly as she

be Jack Wyne, the youngest son of the Wyne family in the west of the city! Aside from that, the mother

was an illegitimate

wife couldn't overpower the mistress, Jack's birth mother, because the latter had

family, the mistress and

why Jack's arrogance

entertainment company and had

of this and used

Sarah filmed today was a project that Jack

he happened

instantly took a

Jack sneered.He might be a spoiled hedonistic rich kid,

deliberately said that to send

I'll let you treat me.Let's

the chair where Sarah put her bag and sat on

Sarah's eyes instantly widened.

was her new

her new favorite! She only managed to get it after paying twice the amount!

escape Jack's eyes.He sneered, his small eyes looking

being clumsy, I did not see your bag.How about you let me accompany you so I can treat you to a few new bags? If one is

urge to carry the boiling beef stew's

was so angry, she felt her blood

happen, Tyrone quietly held

side, Melody who had been silent all this time suddenly picked up

A thin ‘whoosh’ sounded.

of the chair Jack was sitting

everybody flinched and looked

who could've expected that the chair would break!

But three seconds later...

and burst into laughter! Tyrone also did his

put her spoon down and kept her

was a little arrogant and her eyes

light expression

group consisted of people who always

it was guaranteed that they were also the best

happened to him, they didn’t laugh and instead quickly helped him up

well be professional

this time, he still felt embarrassed which in turn

he saw Sarah's mocking smile