Monique was the kind of woman who was not only beautiful but also elegant. When she walked by the restaurant, she attracted many people’s attention.
Brucille was 20 minutes late. His hair was wet, as if he had really just come out of the sauna center.
As they sat across each other in a small, private room, Brucille asked with a smile, “What’s the occasion, my dear wife? How have I gotten lucky enough to be dining alone with you?”
Monique rolled her eyes at him. “If you don’t want to eat, you can go home now. Don’t say so much nonsense.”
“Of course not, my dear wife…” he quickly replied.
“Can you stop calling me your wife as if you want everyone to know?” she said.
Her beautiful pair of eyes were full of anger. Brucille could not think of a better nickname for her, so he simply asked, “We’re a married couple. If I’m not supposed to call you my wife, what am I supposed to call you?”
Monique was speechless.
Brucille said, “Fine, I’ll call you Monique then, it’s quite romantic anyway.”
Looking at Brucille, Monique suddenly realized that he had become a mischievous and frivolous man.
After the pasta was served, Monique asked casually, “Do you know what happened to the Sky Tech Group?”
From the get-go, Brucille already knew that this woman probably wanted to eat with him for a reason, so he said frankly, “You are right. I was behind the Sky Tech Group catastrophe.”
Monique put down the fork in her hand and glared at him. “Are you crazy? Do you know how big this company is? We offended him over a meal the last time, and now you’re looking to offend him even more?”
“That’s right. If I offended him to death, he wouldn’t be able to come at me anymore.” He said jokingly.
Monique took a few deep breaths to calm her anger. She stared at Brucille with a strange look and said, “Do you think it’s very interesting or cool to do this? It’s so foolish of you to do this even though you know you’re not supposed to.”
Brucille did not take her criticism seriously at all. He used a stainless steel fork to pick up an orange piece of carrot and chewed it in his mouth.
He looked funny as he chewed the carrot like a rabbit.
He even raised his eyebrows as he stared at Monique, waiting for her to continue nagging at him.
“You’re impossible. Do you not know what will happen to you if you offend Maxwell?” Monique was still angry.
But Brucille only said friskily, “Why are you scared? Won’t you be happier if I die? There is no relationship between us, and it’s not like you can’t remarry anyway.”
Hearing this, Monique immediately lifted her plate and tossed all the food at Brucille.
Just as she was about to leave, Brucille grabbed her wrist and bit her earlobe lightly. “Monique, I’m your man. Can’t you just tell me if you’re worried about me?”
Monique yelled, “Let go of me, don’t overestimate yourself. You’re right. If you die, I can find a man who’s more successful than you are.”
Brucille felt very touched seeing his wife worry about him. He kissed her right on the lips. Despite being a strong and stubborn person, Monique closed her eyes shyly as she was kissed.
After the sweet kiss, Brucille took her hand and said, “I have said before that people who offend me will pay the price for it, but for those who offend my family – they will have to pay an even greater price. Trust me, Monique, no one will beat me at my own game.”
Feeling the warmth from her palms, Monique was dazed. She was tipping over the edge of accepting the man in front of her. Unbelievable.
What was that just now?
She blushed at the thought of it.
The two of them appeared at the entrance of the house, hand in hand. Sabrina, his mother-in-law, said excitedly, “Brucille, Monique, you guys are…?”
Realizing that Brucille was still holding onto her hand tightly, Monique quickly retracted her hand and rushed back to her room. Brucille said, “Mother, we had our dinner already.”
Sabrina walked over and patted her son-in-law’s shoulder. “That’s good, you should take the initiative. After all, Monique is a girl. You should learn to protect her, do you understand?”
“Don’t worry, Mother. Not only will I protect her, but I will also protect you, and Father.” Brucille said obediently.
Monique hid in her room as she felt her heart beating rapidly inside her chest. She touched the hand Brucille held a while ago, even when he was driving.
She was actually overjoyed at the moment. Thinking about how dominant Brucille was made her heart beat like crazy.
Flynt and Jerry had been watching the Sky Tech Group’s situation. The investors of Maxwell’s company had finally showed up. There was no doubt that Maxwell would soon lose his control over the Sky Tech Group.
Jerry reported all the latest news to Brucille. After hearing about it, Brucille felt like he could finally sleep peacefully at night.
The next morning, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of Monique’s house. A man in a white shirt emerged from the car and pushed open the door to the courtyard.
Monique and her father were about to head out to work when they saw the man. Tyrion asked the stranger, “Who are you looking for, young man?”
“I’d like to ask if Mr. Yip lives here?” the stranger asked.
“You’re looking for my son-in-law?” Tyrion said.
“I need Mr. Yip to help me with something very urgent.” the stranger replied.
Tyrion shouted into the house, “Brucille, Brucille, someone’s looking for you!”
Brucille wore headphones when he slept, so he couldn’t hear Tyrion’s shouts at all. Monique got off the car and went to wake Brucille up.
The man was a little scared when he saw Brucille, as his wrist had once been twisted by Brucille.
When Brucille came out, he roared, “Do you want your wrist dislocated again? Didn’t you see that I was sleeping?”
The man was frightened and hurriedly explained, “Mr. Yip, please calm down. Madam Wong is ill. Please help cure her.”
“There’s no need for that. Tell her to get ready for her own funeral. Though you guys want my help, I don’t see your sincerity. Get lost…” Brucille said, visibly annoyed at this unexpected visitor.
Brucille, still dressed in his pajamas, turned around to go back to his room to sleep.
Suddenly, Brenda stood at the door with a pale face and screamed, “Mr. Yip.”
Upon hearing that voice, Brucille turned around again and said, “Madam Wong, you are so ill that even the greatest doctor in the world may not be able to save you, so I know that I won’t have the ability to either. My advice is that you should start choosing a good place for your own burial.”
Monique had roughly understood what they were talking about. This woman was hoping that Brucille would treat her, but Brucille straight up sentenced her to death.
Since Brenda could locate their place, it was obvious that she had investigated Brucille. She walked up to Monique and said, “Miss Ching, please help me.”
Monique could only help Brenda into their living room. The minute she read Brenda’s medical report, she went completely speechless. This was simply an incurable disease, and she could do nothing about it.