Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

She had seen people trying to take something away from the others.

Nonetheless, this was her very first time encountering someone who kept trying to give her expensive, luxury gifts.

Molten anger began to flow through Georgie Clementine. Her expression was as dark as night. "I'm not going to have any meals with you anymore if you keep being like this! I'll never speak to you ever again!" Seeing that Georgie was burning with wrath, Henry Armstrong instantly wimped out. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll cancel my order now."

He knew that he needed to stop triggering Georgie.

His queen was really furious now.

"I honestly don't know what to do with you. I must have owed you a big one in my previous life." Henry exclaimed.

Georgie ignored him and stared out of the window, observing the busy streets and fancy buildings out there.

Henry sighed helplessly. "You know what? I've never chased a girl before I found you. All the girls I met in my life would just pounce at me even when I simply wave at them, begging me to love them... "You're the most special girl I've ever met. Sadly, you're also the hardest one to deal with," Henry added.

"Give up on me then," Georgie responded apathetically.

I love you,"

Buzz buzz buzz...

this moment, Georgie's phone vibrated, interrupting their

the head of X Entertainment's legal department, Colette Lindsey's name on the screen, Georgie

boss, and all the artists she had framed. The letter clearly states that she has to compensate all of you for the damage she has caused to your reputation. The amount of compensation is thirty

smirked indifferently. "Got

get some rest. She was confident that everything would go smoothly as

to her after

Thirty million dollars...

was afraid that Suzie would never afford it even if she used up all

satisfactorily as she thought

turned red, and Henry's car slowed

ahead of her. She then

was at Quest Property Group's design department's general manager's office on the other end of the phone. She was having a meeting with thirty employees from the design department. Xyla was wearing a snow-white blouse and a mint green high-waisted fishtail skirt. She

her explanation. No one dared to make a sound