President's Naughty Sweetheart

It was in a five-star hotel at 10 p.m. in early summer. In a standard suite sat a woman in a tight little gown with a great figure and heavy makeup. Between her fingers was a punchy man's cigarette. Her trembling fingertips showed that she was upset.

Voices came from a bug stuck in her ear were like ruthless electric drills that stung her ears. Her heart was breaking. She was listening to a dialogue from a man and a woman.

The woman said," Benjamin, you've been sticking with me all the time recently. I can hardly take it…" The Man said, "Don't tell me you're not happy with that."

"Of course I'm happy!"

"My wife's going on a business trip tomorrow. You can come over tomorrow night."

"Benjamin, I am very curious about you and Ella Williams. She was a celebrity in our school, don't you love her anymore?"

"She's beautiful but very dull. I've married her for a year, but I haven't even touched her! She was so pretentious before. Now I don't buy this anymore…"

"So miserable? Isn't she living like a widow?"

"She deserved it! Come on, don't talk about her. "

Ella couldn't go on listening to the rest of the conversation. She took off her earphones, staring hollowly at the floor. She remembered the night three days ago, she heard her husband Benjamin Johnsontalking in his sleep, "Scarlett, you're so hot…"

Ella was shocked. Scarlett was her classmate in college. But they had lost contact since graduation. 'How did Benjamin know her?'

The next day, Ella inquired Scarlett's phone number through a classmate. She had Scarlett come to her home under the cover of asking Scarlett to help design the bathroom.

When Scarlett was in the bathroom, Ella peeked at Scarlett's phone. Though limited by the password, Ella could still notice that her phone was connected to the Wifi of her home automatically. Ella's heart sank.

Ella went to check Benjamin's bank statements. She found that he went to the same hotel for eighty-six times in half a year… After discovering the hotel, she found the room Benjamin often

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the hotel, Ella got into a taxi.

am I going?' Where should

friend Alice Walker, Alice took her to the most famous private night club in

Garden Road,

Night Club?' The driver was clearly

acid. It hurt, it hurt so hard to breathe. She had a pang

hour later, the driver

several hundred dollars to the driver and said, "Keep

Ella, who was walking unsteadily, he spoke to himself, "What a pity. She's quite good-looking, but degrading herself in such places…"

this famous night

have five million

front desk looked at her and asked politely, "Hello, Ms, are you asking for

Ellatook out some tissues to remove her makeup. The girl frowned slightly, " Ms, please wait a

phone and took a photo of Ella. The photo was then sent to the curator Arthur

you kidding me! How could you send me a photo of such an ugly women? If you do this next time,

the bumper commission she could get from such a

give you one more chance! But let me tell you, it has always been me have the

when Ella had stood up and walked straight to a young

well-cut dark suit. He had broad shoulders and narrow waist as well as a pair of long legs. His figure was as perfect as an top-class international model, handsome enough to make people drool. He had the face of the angel—deep-set eyes, high nose,

swallowed, looking at the man, but asked the girl at the