Chapter 2

The study was brightly lit.

A man was sitting at the main desk. Beneath his white sleeve, he wore an exquisite watch that matched his manly demeanor.

Lowering his head while reading his documents, he had defined facial features with a pronounced jawline.

After he flipped through a page, he said, “Retract the funds I distributed to Lawson’s Group tomorrow.”

The butler bowed his head and said respectfully, “Yes.”

After that, the butler hesitated as he tried to take back his words, “Sir, I think… Miss Lawson seems different than the previous two candidates.”

During the day, it was the butler who invited Eliza into the house.

She looked very pure and innocent with her bright eyes. On first impression, she seemed like a likable woman with no ulterior motives in mind.

When Eliza first arrived at the Valentine family, she didn’t talk a lot. The only thing she asked was what Mr. Valentine liked and disliked.

It seemed that she didn’t care about the rumors at all.

Ever since Beau Valentine’s kids spread the rumors about his crazy personality and his disfigured face, it was impossible to find a woman who was bold enough to be Beau’s wife.

The butler didn’t want his master to miss the opportunity to meet a fine woman like Eliza.

However, Beau, who was sitting at the main desk, didn’t seem fazed at all. He said, “She couldn’t even pass that one simple test. She’s just the same as the others.”

The butler was speechless.

To the butler, that wasn’t a simple test at all.

Even a 50-year-old man like him would tremble with fear every time he saw Mr. Valentine’s younger son, Demarion’s hideous costume, let alone a woman in her early twenties!

The butler sighed. If Mr. Valentine continued to act like this, when would he find himself a girlfriend?

The butler was worried for Beau.

Right at this moment, the doorbell rang.

Trembling from head to toe, Eliza pressed on the doorbell.

To tell the truth, she really did run far away from the house just now.

Eliza was afraid of the dark in the first place. When she thought of the monster she saw in the brightly lit room, a chill went down her spine.

However, once she calmed down, she felt guilty about her actions.

that Beau was a disfigured man with a twisted personality after the fire

to this marriage, she should

about it for a long

with a pale complexion, her heart

have the guts to face Mr. Valentine

fears because she would be living with

for a

person who opened the door was not Mr. Valentine, nor was it the housekeepers or the butler. It was a handsome young boy, who looked around 4 to

only one villa around the area. If it wasn’t because of that, Eliza would

into the living room. He pointed at the sofa

little boy came

shock, Eliza sat down on the sofa. Then, the young

“Thank you.”

water, she

small cabinet from

“Wow.”

the railing of the second floor, Demarion, who was the one who scared Eliza just now, widened his

you want me to scare her

in the shadows as he looked at the terrified woman downstairs, who was still trembling. Then, he shifted his gaze and looked at his elder son, who was searching for the medicine box. He frowned slightly and said,

five years ago, a lot of people were aware of Mr. Valentine’s change in appearance

quiet personality. On the

was making sure that a stranger was comfortable in

“Ouch!”

only then did Eliza realize that she hurt

cotton balls in one hand and the disinfectant in the

exquisite chandelier shone on his

child like

his actions. Even her voice sounded gentle when she said, “Thank you darling, what’s your

in Mr. Valentine’s

he had disinfected her wound, he put a

“Braint Valentine.”

was done, he looked up

She couldn’t suppress the urge to touch his head, but Braint

up and walked towards the sofa opposite her. Then, he climbed

mature for his young age. He looked at her and asked, “Why did

wondered about that

and replied, “That’s because

my husband in the future. That’s why I have to come

with his tiny fingers. “Aren’t

How did this

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