Marriage Contract Secret Agent

Damn Dallas Day

By the time Dallas woke up from a deep sleep, time had already shown at nine in the morning. The bed next to him was cold. Chezy's not in his place.

The half-sleeped Dallas frowned, trying to gather energy first before getting out of bed.

He exited the room and went downstairs.

"Where's the hostess?" ask him to Butler Sun.

"Master is awake. Madam left two hours ago, she said Tuan had already allowed the mistress to stay in the apartment for two bul—" Her words came to a halt.

As Butler Sun looked at Dallas, there was a hint of shock on his face. It suddenly became awkward, refraining from laughing. Finally just lightly coughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Dallas suddenly felt that the servant saw his face and hurriedly lowered his head.

Unknowingly, Dallas touched his face, but did not find anything wrong.

"This ... Young Master, it might be possible to see it for yourself in the mirror." Butler Sun is worried about getting scolded so it's better not to say it.

Dallas did not say much and immediately returned to the room. He looked at himself in the mirror until he finally cried out in anger.

"This fucking woman!"

Dallas really did not expect to have a picture of a cat's mustache. Three black stripes are on both cheeks while a small black round is on the tip of the nose.

He went to the bathroom, washed the picture of the moustache. But it's not lost at all. Even facial soap is useless.

Suddenly Dallas nodded. "Heh, woman! Escape after sleeping with me. Even still dare to draw a mustache! I'd love to draw a turtle on your ass!" his gerrick.

Waking up instead of looking at the wife by the bedside, this was even unlucky!

Dallas immediately refreshed. His expression was still cold. Since the image of the cat's whiskers on his handsome face could not be wiped out, he could only use a mask.

When it came down to breakfast, Dallas had absolutely no intention of eating. He only brought the provisions prepared by Butler Sun.

Going to the Alston Group company, all the employees who saw Dallas came to pay their respects. After that, they were confused. Their boss is handsome without wearing any accessories on his face now wearing a mask even more mysterious.

Jill's assistant was also confused but did not ask much.

Even when he arrived at the office, Dallas still did not remove the mask.

"Call Arran for me and let him come here now!"

Assistant Jill was surprised. "Boss, are you sick?"

"Don't ask too many questions!" Dallas is lazy to explain. He refused to remove the mask.

Jill's assistant immediately contacted the person her boss meant to come to the office immediately.

Fortunately, the other party wasn't busy so it could come sooner than expected. A quarter of an hour later, a man in a formal suit came in carrying a medical bag. But at first glance, others would think he was just a Dallas guest like everyone else.

The man neatly brushed his hair back and smiled as he looked at Dallas. It is estimated that he is still thirty years old, young and full of charismatic.

"Is the boss sick enough to call me? Fever again? A cough? Falling down the stairs or .. impotent?"

Arran's last words managed to make Dallas black-faced. But he did not dare to get angry in front of this man right now. He didn't have much time to argue with her.

The man carrying the medical bag sat opposite him.

His name is Arran Callahan, a private doctor of the Alston family who was chosen by Dallas for the past three years. He has a reason for this and gets to know Arran at his secret workplace. Because of his extraordinary medical talent since he was in medical school, Arran became one of the geniuses in Country A.

"Is there a way to remove the ink marker on the body?" ask Dallas.

"Boss, I am a doctor who treats sick people, not stationery experts," replied Arran, frowning.

Dallas immediately opened the mask until when Arran saw the man's face, inevitably finally laughed off. Jill's assistant who came over carrying a cup of black coffee suddenly almost lost her mind. Fortunately, the tray that carried the cup of coffee did not spill.

"Boss, your face ... What's wrong with your face?" Assistant Jill was surprised.

Arran had not stopped laughing until his tears almost came out.

Dallas gave him a warning look until Arran hurriedly refrained from laughing anymore. He lowered his head and coughed before finally taking over the cup of coffee from the tray that Assistant Jill was still holding.

After drinking a little, Arran went back to being serious. "Why is your face like this?"

"It's all because of that damn woman!" Dallas gritted his teeth.

"You mean ..." Arran still doesn't understand.

But Assistant Jill seems to know. "This is the Boss' wife, Mrs Chezy."

"Ah, that Chezy Edelmar you married?"

"Yes." Yeah." Considering Chezy, the man was really upset.

"How did this happen? You have a high sensitivity towards the surroundings, so how could it fall into the hands of such a woman? When did this happen?"

"It looks like I'm still sleeping this morning."

"Did you fuck her last night? Ck, really passionate!" Arran sneers.

"I asked, is there any way to remove these marks?!" Dallas didn't want to bring up his personal life.

"Isn't it just plain ink? You should be able to remove it with water or micellar water."

"If I could, I'd have done it from the beginning!"

"Let me see first."

Arran examined the ink on Dallas' face, ranging from thickness, surface to black. He also used a special liquid to try whether the ink could be erased or not. It can be erased, just not much.

Seeing this, Arran was clearly shocked. "Are you sure your wife has something like this?"

"What's that about?" Jill's assistant was more curious.

"This is a special type of ink that is usually made for military or other confidentiality purposes. This type of ink is not easily erased by water or other micellar water," explained Arran immediately sighed.

"Then what is this?"