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.

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

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the hotel, Ella got into a taxi. The driver asked,

am I going?'

occurred to her that the day she got drunk with her best friend Alice Walker, Alice took

Garden Road,

Club?' The driver

pang at her heart. She placed her hand on her heart, eduring the pain of her broken

hour later, the driver turned

to herself, randomly grabbed several hundred dollars

walking unsteadily, he spoke to

this

the counter and threw a bank card on the counter, "I have five million dollars in my

her and asked politely, "Hello, Ms, are you

girl frowned slightly, " Ms, please wait a moment in the lounge. I'll make a

took a photo of Ella. The photo was then sent to

a photo of such an ugly women? If

five million dollars." The girl thought of the bumper commission she could get from such a large sum of money,

the new receptionist. So I'll give you one more chance! But let me tell you, it has always been me have the right to choose women. No

to explain to Ella when Ella had stood up and walked straight to a young man

around 27 or 28 in a 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, pretty lips, even his

looking at the man, but asked the girl at the front desk,