Marriage Contract Secret Agent

Becoming a House Mistress

Chezy nodded in shame. Happy what? Maybe it will be a quarrel between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

After finding out about the Alston family, Chezy realizes that Alston's mother is notoriously arrogant and likes faces. It would be impossible to agree to his relationship with Dallas if he knew he was just a waitress at a florist's shop.

This will be a joke in the eyes of hostess Alston.

After Gaines' departure, Chezy and Dallas were finally able to have a quiet breakfast. Chezy pretended to be a little interested in the wound on Gaines' face.

"Have your brother ever had an accident before? I saw a scar near his left eye, which is very dangerous if it hurts the eye" Chezy said.

"You seem to be paying close attention to my brother's face? Don't have any ideas!" Dallas spoke in a cold tone, staring at Chezy as if commemorating something.

Chezy didn't respond to him anymore. The man looked at her so coldly. Is she upset that her fiance is cheating on her with her own brother?

"Then about your fiancee that ...."

Dallas looked at him once more, this time there was no warmth in the look in his eyes. "Sounds like you're very curious about me?"

"Just curious," replied Chezy slowly.

"Remember not to ask much about this. This marriage is just a contract. I just feel satisfied with your body, so don't think about anything else."

Chezy said nothing more. Sure enough, this marriage was only a toy in the eyes of the man. Being a contract wife is only to satisfy her body's lust, it's an insult!

But as a secret agent, Chezy must put aside all insignificant emotions and focus on her ultimate mission to find a lair of serial killers.

Dallas did not feel there was anything wrong with his words. But somehow his heart was a little disturbed. The woman suddenly became silent after she said so. Is it offended?

Dallas hasn't known love in 28 years. Since childhood, her parents have not paid much attention either. So he does not really understand the feelings of others, especially women.

Therefore, Dallas would rather be frank than pretend to please women.

If so weak, then it is not worth being his wife. Even if the wife's status is contractual.

After breakfast, the two continued their journey.

As the car entered the spacious courtyard filled with plants, Chezy was slightly amazed. It turned out that Dallas had a three-story mansion in the style of the nobility in general.

Living in a house this big alone, isn't it too lonely?

"Your house is huge" he said.

Dallas only gave an indifferent response. It's only natural that Chezy is surprised to see a house this big. It is thought that the woman had never lived in a place surrounded by luxury. Although the apartment Chezy lived in was also not cheap, but it was still far from expensive by the nobles.

"That's natural. If you have money, then why not use it?" mummy Chezy.

Fortunately Dallas had already walked first so did not hear Chezy mutter.

By the time Dallas entered the house, several servants were already lined up neatly and slightly bowed to the host.

"Good morning, Second Young Master," the maids were very compact and courteous.

Dallas just nodded. He stops his steps and introduces Chezy to them.

The servants were actually curious about the young lady he was carrying. More precisely, they were surprised. All this time, those who had worked in the mansion knew that Dallas had never brought any woman. Even his own fiancee was forbidden to set foot.

"This is Chezy Edelmar. From now on she will be the hostess here. Treat it the same way you respect me. Do you guys understand?" Dallas looked at the loyal servants who had been taking care of this house for the past few years.

Although the servants were surprised, but quickly nodded in understanding. Their faces are a little pale. Dallas is handsome and ideal but too cold.

"Welcome, Madam," greet them once again.

Chezy has never been treated like this by so many maids. He was a little awkward and responded calmly.

The waiter immediately helped Chezy carry the suitcase to the second floor, where the Dallas room was located. After that, Chezy tidied up her own things.

The Dallas room is dominant with a dark color that is not too flashy. Gray color is usually suitable for the taste of men who are not too open on many things.

Unexpectedly, when Chezy styled her clothes, there were already some clothes or women's dresses in the closet.

"Are you buying this?" he asked Dallas who was busy with her work on the lazy sofa.

The man typed something quickly on his laptop and nodded without turning his head. "Yes. Wear it next time."

"Is it right in my body? How do you know the size of the clothes I'm wearing?"

"I measured it myself that night. Your body is thin and not much meat, no need to bother thinking about the size of the shirt." Dallas did not care about the woman's feelings, bluntly speaking again and again.

Chezy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Here, take it and use it." Dallas suddenly took out a black card from his wallet.

"Are you sure you want to give me this card? You're not worried I'm gonna squander money?"

He held the black card slightly tightly, somewhat hot. Totally deserving for the wealthy Alston family in country A. Money is everywhere.

Dallas now took his eyes off the laptop screen on the woman. "This is wrong or the agreement in the contract. Otherwise, what would others think of me not giving his wife a living?"

"All right, I get it. Then ... I'll go buy something first" Chezy said immediately looking for an excuse to leave the house.

He turned around and left the room.

Dallas saw him leave in a hurry, immediately smiling mockingly. Sure enough, money is still a reason for women to be happier.

But having a photo he took that night, Dallas came back cold-faced. He checked his smartphone, checking messages from some of his closest friends.

Dallas got up from his seat and left the house without saying anything. The servants were also used to the routine.

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In one of the rooms of the bar with a slightly dim light, Dallas was already sitting while holding the best glass of red wine. He shook the glass several times and drank it while listening to some discussions of his neighborhood friends.

He rarely spoke, so they were used to it.

"Dallas, are you sure? I'm just asking you to take an intimate photo in bed with a woman and let your fiancee get slapped by the fact that Dallas Alston isn't a man who appreciates women. But you ... made her a contract wife?" A man in a white shirt sat not far from Dallas, holding a cigarette that was half-living.

The room was full of cigarette smoke.

"Miley Wiz, this is what you want, isn't it? So just fulfill the agreement," Dallas said, giving no further reason. He doesn't want to make small talk.