Pampered by My Secret Husband

However, before she could beg for mercy, she saw a group of unfamiliar men suddenly appear in front of her.

Minnie Collins lifted her head, looking at these men surrounding her tightly. Fear spread from the depths of her heart to her limbs, her lips trembling at the corners. ”You... who are you?”

”We’re the ones serving you. Miss, don’t worry, we’ll definitely do our best to serve you.”

Sitting in the driver’s seat, William Guillen held a cigarette between his fingers, gloomily puffing away. Hearing the sound of clothes tearing, he stepped on the accelerator and left the underground parking lot.

In the silent underground parking lot, a woman’s heart‑rending pleas for mercy echoed nonstop.

The next day, the daughter of the Collins Family’s ~sex~ life~ debauchery, openly *** in the parking lot, was captured on mobile phone by someone and uploaded onto the cyber world.

For a while, the internet boiled over as if a bomb had gone off.

The heat quickly surpassed the news about Fluffy Zane and Harrison Moore. Online, all kinds of voices began to flood in.

Most were attacking how people can’t judge Minnie Collins by her looks—she seemed obedient and gentle, yet turned out to have such a debauched private life.

Even more people condemned her for lacking public morality, actually doing such licentious things in a public place—truly no family education at all.

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Country F.

After sending Andres and his family of three into prison, Sophie Sullivan returned to Onassis Old Castle. Looking at this vast castle, her feelings were complicated and heavy.

She had already made arrangements in prison; Andres and his family of three would not have good days ahead.

This was her final mercy toward them.

She wouldn’t kill them, but she absolutely couldn’t let them off lightly.

The death penalty could be spared, but the living punishment was inescapable.

Holding Gaby in her arms, she lazily basked in the sun inside courtyard. The sunshine spilled over her body, warm and cozy, making one drowsy.

The butler hurriedly came up to her, seeing Cecilia Branford, who had already closed her eyes and fallen fast asleep.

Under the sunshine, she was stunningly beautiful; the butler was a bit reluctant to disturb the sleeping beauty in front of him.

Reluctant, yet having no choice, the butler called softly, ”Miss Cecilia Branford?”

Sophie woke, faintly, she opened her eyes and then narrowed them slightly. ”What is it?”

”Miss Cecilia Branford.” The butler smiled. ”Young Master Liam Donald is here. Would you like to see him?”

”Liam Donald?” Her voice carried the soft, sticky quality of just after waking up. Sophie’s brain couldn’t quite catch up for a moment; after a brief blankness, she finally exclaimed in surprise, ”Who did you say is here?”

As her voice fell with that question, she immediately sat up, and Gaby stood up along with her.

The butler snickered. ”Miss Cecilia Branford, you didn’t mishear. Young Master Liam Donald is here. Your fiance is here.”

”See him!”

Sophie stood up, straightened her skirt, and turned to walk into the castle.

That single concise word expressed all her anxious impatience.

Sitting down on sofa, she had the servant go brew coffee. Compared to tea, Liam Donald preferred coffee.

Perhaps it had to do with his work: burning the midnight oil designing day and night; what he needed was coffee to keep him awake.

Footsteps came nearer and nearer. Liam Donald, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, strode in, holding a bouquet of pink gypsophila in his hand.

His bearing was elegant, like an orchid tree—refined and outstanding.

Liam Donald’s gaze flickered, then finally settled on her face. He gave a slight smile. ”Joanne, this is for you.”

For her?

It was like red rain falling from the sky.

Sophie stood up, took the flowers, and eyed him suspiciously. ”Liam Donald, if I’m not mistaken, this is the first time you’ve personally given me flowers.”