Marriage Contract Secret Agent

The Pink Car

Feeling the freedom in both hands, Chezy finally squeezes the sheets and eyes closed. His voice was slightly muffled on the pillow and his face flushed red.

The most worrying thing is that when Dallas really gets his own peak, his movements will get bigger. Sometimes the man would swipe near his ear with messy breaths that were difficult to control. Very different from his cold image that is impossible to say rude.

The woman started making him opiate. He groaned but his voice seemed to be deliberately withheld. In the end, he got his peak simultaneously with Chezy.

"Bajin*an!" Chezy gets mad at him for pulling his hair.

Dallas simply smiled complacently without the slightest guilt. Heh, so what if he is a bajin*an? He doesn't mind.

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The next day, Dallas told Chezy about her grandfather asking to return to the main house. The old man must have wanted to see what Chezy looked like. Maybe Gaines had already given some fuel to the fire to criticize him.

But Dallas did not care, he did not have a good impression on Sonya who is now her fiance.

"What's on the third floor? Can't I see it?" Chezy who has been getting energy in her body is now having breakfast at the dinner table. He sat opposite the man.

The man's flesh-cutting motion came to a halt for a moment, staring at him with warning eyes. "It's better you don't come to the third floor and don't even the slightest bit to find out what's there. Remember that. Do you know?"

Chezy surprised. Is it so secret that it warns so much. No wonder Butler Sun told her not to try to find out about what was on the third floor. His master never allowed anyone to clean the third floor.

Did Dallas always clean it himself just so people wouldn't know.

"Are you hiding something? Could it be that you hid someone else there?" guess kidding, no more talking about this.

"Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Dallas returned to his lazy appearance.

If Chezy doesn't know that behind her lazy appearance this hides the madness of wild animals while making love, she might believe in her calm demeanor.

"It's nothing. I just kind of heard a noise from the third floor and was curious."

Upon waking up in the morning, he was accidentally awakened by the sound of falling objects on the top floor. Don't know what, but what is certain is that the object fell to the floor was not light. So he was curious.

"Don't mind. I just accidentally dropped something above before." Dallas gave me a good reason.

"Oh, it turns out that way."

Before long, Dallas had finished his breakfast. "Prepare noon, I'll pick you up after finishing some business at the office."

"Then I'll go to the flower shop first."

"Yes." Yeah." Dallas didn't bother him.

Afterwards, Dallas' assistant came to pick him up. A man in a handsome neat suit, his age might not be much different from Dallas. The man came holding a bag of important company documents and smiled at Chezy.

"Good morning, Madam," she said.

"Morning, Assistant Jill." Chezy nodded lightly.

Dallas assistant named Jill. A man in black glasses who always seemed to hide himself.

No wonder Dallas was a little idle yesterday, it turned out that the office business had been left to her assistant. As a CEO, of course, the time is very scheduled, busy and maybe some important meetings at the company and overseas partners are waiting.

Maybe some companies will attach great importance to their assistant boss or CEO. It is this assistant who will replace how much the boss is doing. Until sometimes, an assistant is said to suffer when the boss is relaxing out there.

"There's ahead, Boss." Jill's assistant handed Dallas the car keys.

The car keys were handed to Chezy by her. "I prepared a car for you to be comfortable while traveling. If you don't like the model, let me know and pick another one."

"It's okay." Chezy never blamed the type of car. As long as it is alive and can be driven properly.

Afterwards, Dallas went with Assistant Jill to the Alston Group company to take care of the work. Chezy who had finished breakfast finally went to the front yard to see the type of car in question.

It was a pink car.

"Why pink?!" his yell. Sure enough, he, a secret agent, had to drive a pink sports car on the street?

It's humiliation!

In the doorway, Butler Sun watched Chezy yell when he learned that her car was pink. He called Dallas right away.

"Master, it seems like madam doesn't like the color of her car" Butler Sun whispered on the phone.

Dallas across the phone might be smiling. "It's okay, he likes it."

After a short conversation, Butler Sun ended the phone call. She's confused. Obviously the madam didn't like it but the master said the madam liked it?

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At the flower shop where Chezy works at the moment, the pink car is well parked. Some customers occasionally glance at the mob to be curious. But they also felt funny when they saw the car.

How feminine!

On the front porch of the store, Chezy was taking care of some cut flowers that had just been sent by the manager. He snorted silently as his pink car became the center of attention.

Is Dallas trying to laugh at him?

"Is that your car?" ask a man in a white shirt to walk up to Chezy.

The woman looked towards the shop door. The figure of the tall Asian-faced man smiled warmly at him. The man dressed not too formally, impressed more relaxed.

The man was named Kallen Parker, the current owner of the flower shop. He is a mixed blood descendant. Previously Kallen lived in J country, the birthplace of his mother. But after his father who is a National A moved the company, the family finally moved a few years ago. So Kallen was fluent in two languages from the country of his parents' birth.

Kallen has slightly squinty eyes. Every time he frowned, his eyes sank slightly.

"Yes. Is that too flashy?" chezy asked a little embarrassed.

"It's okay. Suitable for you," replied Kallen, shaking his head.

Chezy just sighed silently. Fits from where? If I got out of the car in black while holding a gun, would it still fit and be funny? Her thought.

"I don't like it" murmured Chezy.

"What?" Kallen was less likely to hear what the woman was saying.

"Oh, it's nothing. I feel like the flowers here are so pretty." Chezy shook her head, smiling awkwardly.