Natasha felt utterly bashful. “Is this really fine? After all, Taylor and his wife have been married for two years!”

In fact, she was fumbling wildly on the inside. I have been pretending this whole time in front of this old-*ss lady. This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for.

Old Madam Murray spoke haughtily, “Marriage should be decided by parents, and since Taylor’s parents have passed away, I should be the one deciding. I will never accept that woman! Taylor will pay heed to my will and divorce her. Don’t worry, Nat. You shall be the daughter-in-law of the Murray Family!”

Natasha bit her lip, and her face beamed. “I will follow whatever you say, Old Madam Murray…”

Her wish to be betrothed to her dream man had finally come true and would be the bridge that would tie the knot between the Murray and Mitchell Families. Such a win-win situation!

Everything seemed to be going according to plan.

Changing into his new clothes, Michael showed up at Old Madam Murray’s hotel room. He was surprised to find the room dark and empty.

An unusually sweet fragrance permeated the area and clouded his senses, sending him into an arousing daze.

With the lights off, the room seemed unoccupied, but a seductive moan beckoned from within the darkness.

The door was shut tight the instant he stepped in. However hard he attempted to push it open, it would not budge…

 

On the other side of the door, Old Madam Murray and Olivia were the ones who locked the door right after Michael went inside.

That’s it! We shall wait for the good news tomorrow morning!

 

In the middle of the night, Sophia was sleeping alone in the room. Without Michael cuddling her, she felt edgy.

Why hasn’t he come back yet? What is he doing now? Should I go over and check on him?

She tossed and turned yet failed to sleep. Suddenly, there was commotion at the door…

The next day, a news report sent shockwaves across the Cethosian entertainment industry.

a wife from his secret marriage turned out to be his

captured Natasha coming out of Michael’s room. The news was

of the hotel under the escort of assistants and bodyguards. A scourge of excited reporters swarmed closely around her

why you came out of Taylor’s room? What is the relationship between you and Mr. Taylor Murray? What are your thoughts on the

any interviews, while her face was covered by the bodyguards. Then, one of the reporters spoke, “Taylor

the reporter, saying, “We got married overseas 2 years ago. Over there, it is legal to be married at the age

left the place under

response was enough for reporters to make

locking onto Old Madam Murray and Olivia as their

smiled at the camera. “Nat is not a mistress. She

I have known about it for a long time. It’s just

industry exploded. The true identity of Taylor’s wife was exposed and was backed by the Murray Family,

had only been out for less than two hours, and it had caused

headline and online post about her as she

now set in stone. All the press releases were pre-arranged in advance so that as soon as the news broke out, it would spread across

to make sure his reputation remained unharmed. If everyone believed that she was

must have acknowledged her as Taylor Murray’s legitimate wife, whom even the Murray Family validated. There was no chance in hell that Taylor could deny it

of the Mitchell Family. Even if he cared little about the Mitchells,

reputation and future, he would have no choice but

to emerge and contest her, Natasha would be prepared to fight

one would dare to challenge

day, every entertainment

world know so badly that she had been officially accepted by the

publicity. He was so angry that he threw the tablet aside and called Michael. He yelled into the phone when the latter picked it up, “Michael! I gave the woman I love to you, and is this how you treat her?! You b*stard! You are done! You are completely done! I am going to tell Old Master

was done bombarding with expletives, the only faint reply he received from the other end was, “Stupid dog, go watch the

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