Is She His Wife

"Miss, there isn't a room for you at home yet, according to Mister. Please stay here for a couple of days. When the marriage is canceled, we'll take you back. Miss, are you fine with it?"

"The presidential suite of Imperial Hotel lives up to its reputation. Everything here is premium! Yes, I'm totally fine with it!"

Vickie Muller took a glass of wine from the hand of the butler and gulped it down like drinking juice. Meanwhile, she blinked her big eyes and looked around.

She acted like a bumpkin who hadn't seen much of the world.

The butler looked contemptuous.

The second young lady was the daughter of Mr. Muller's first wife, who died young. She was raised by her uncle.

She was brought back because the Longmans wanted to cancel the marriage.

The Longman family was the most powerful clan in South City. They had extensive connections in the military, political, and business worlds.

This girl was blessed to have a betrothal with such a good family.

Unfortunately, a sparrow would not become a phoenix.

The youngest son of the Longman family didn't want Vickie, who lived in the countryside for over 20 years, and insisted on canceling their marriage.

If this didn't happen, Mr. Muller probably wouldn't have remembered this daughter.

The butler cleared his throat and continued, "Great, by the way, according to mister, you should change into this evening dress."

"My clothes are newly bought and fine!" Vickie said with feigned pride.

Her bright pink bubble dress looked rustic, and the poor-quality tulle had lost threads.

The butler's face twitched slightly, "This is your father's arrangement. You're a young lady and should not disgrace your family."

Vickie sneered in her heart.

Disgracing her family?

Her father didn't consider it disgraceful to leave her under another's roof and provided her with no financial support.

Now he found her rustic and disgracing!

Canceling marriage?

Whatsoever!

On the surface, Vickie smiled innocently, "I see, thank you."

The butler slightly bowed his head and handed the dress to her.

Vickie took the bag, walked to the bedroom, and soon heard a click from behind her.

The door was locked from outside.

She was shocked.

Her face turned cold as she looked around.

A high-definition camera was set up by the heart-shaped bed, and a pair of handcuffs were under the pillow.

Vickie threw the bag on the bed, and the evening dress fell out.

In fact, those were two pieces of sexy underwear.

She snorted and turned to leave.

All of a sudden, she felt dizzy and collapsed weakly to the floor.

She recalled what happened.

That glass of wine!

She was careful enough but still fell for it!

Just then, she heard the butler talking over the phone outside.

"All set, rest assured."

She looked at the flashing red light on the camera and gritted her teeth...

The butler finished the phone call and suddenly heard a ravishing moan from the bedroom.

"Ah, I'm feeling so hot and uncomfortable. Someone, help!"

He crooked his finger, and a big man came up. "She's all yours!" The butler said.

Without further ado, the brawny man opened the door and got in.

Vickie writhed on the bed, moaning incessantly.

"That's enough, I'm here to help you!" The brawny man closed the door and pounced on her with a lewd smile.

Vickie suddenly opened her eyes that flickered with coldness.

The man stiffened to see her abruptly sitting up and hauling at the wire of the camera.

His foot was roped in. The man stumbled and fell backward.

A sharp pain ensued as a heavy object fell on his leg.

"Watch out!" Vickie hid behind the curtain and laughed mischievously.

The man growled in pain.

Lowering his head, he saw a long, thick wire around his ankle. It was the camera that fell on his leg.

This girl was so cunning!

He unfastened the wire and got up to catch her.

Vickie dodged, and the brawny man got the curtain on his face.

Annoyed, he pulled down the curtain, but the girl was nowhere to be seen.

Just then, a small hand tapped him on the left shoulder. He looked to the left but found no one there.

All of a sudden, his right wrist was grabbed.

Click...

Vickie swiftly handcuffed him to the ledge.

"Bitch! Don't run!" The man reached out to catch her, but Vickie jumped away.

"Don't run? I'm not stupid."

With a smile, she picked up the bedsheet from the floor and opened the door.

Sitting outside, the butler was stunned to see Vickie coming out.

"Miss, you..."

No sooner had his voice died away than his head was covered by the bedsheet.

By the time he scrambled to pull it off, Vickie had pulled out the room card and smirked, "Bye!" She turned around and rushed out.

The room fell into darkness.

The butler got up to give chase. "Ow..." He ran into a coffee table in the front.

He hurriedly took out a walkie-talkie, "Miss Muller ran away! Stop her!"

...

Vickie fled to the elevator and pressed the button to the 26th floor.

It was a banquet hall on that floor. In public, they could do nothing to her.

She calculated to herself.

However, the fight with the two men had consumed most of her energy.

Her legs felt weak, and she almost fell.

When the elevator door opened, she vaguely saw the entrance of the banquet hall.

The carvings on the door looked magnificent under the lights in the corridor.

She rushed over with all her might, flung herself on the door, and patted, "Open the door!"

Just then, the door of the other elevator opened, and people inside shouted, "Get her!"

Vickie pushed the door forcefully and anxiously.

Why was it so heavy?

All of a sudden, the door opened.

"Coming..." A robust arm stretched out and pulled her in.

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