"Let's get a divorce." The noble and arrogant man then stared at the woman in front of him with no emotion in his eyes. He’s like a king looking down on a peasant whose kneeling in front of his throne.

"I will compensate you. You want money, work? I can even give your mother the best doctor. I can help you with these,” he said lightly.

Scarlett desperately held back the tears in her eyes.

When William Miller’s fiancée escaped from marriage, in order to cope with the major media, Scarlett Moore was temporarily appointed as a substitute bride. William thought that she could not resist the temptation of the title of Mrs. Miller. Only Scarlett knew that when she married him, she just wanted to fulfill the desire of her heart, and that is to love him genuinely.

Even if how much Scarlett loved William, he would never know it.

"I didn't marry you for money," Scarlett said firmly in front of him, her love was so deep that she was always humble.

"I have limited patience. If you don't have any special requirements, I will ask my lawyer to come to you tomorrow with the divorce agreement." The man drank the coffee, put the cup on the table, and turned upstairs.

Scarlett’s eyes fell on the coffee cup, and her timid face gradually showed a hint of unwillingness and stubbornness. There is a part of her that wanted to stop William’s action, but she can’t even if she wants.

The man's dark eyes were filled with a mocking smile. Two people who never knew each other got married, what else could it be, for money?

After half an hour, Scarlett went upstairs. The wind leaves a sound, and the wild goose leaves a mark.

“I once loved him truthfully twice, but I was unwilling to end the show like this,” Scarlett thought to herself.

After a year of marriage, William never allowed her to call him her husband. She had always followed it very well. She’s like William’s puppet who follows his each and every command. Unexpectedly, she was about to get divorced, but her courage became mad.

"Husband!" She stood at the door cautiously, shouting timidly.

William's eyes were fixed on the document, and when he heard Scarlett call him "husband", he couldn't help but raised his head in surprise and stared at her with deep eyes.

"Me and you? Impossible." There was disgust in his tone, and because of that, Scarlett’s heart shattered into pieces. She was about to burst out in tears, but she did her best to stop it.

Scarlett estimated the time. She put a sufficient amount of medicine in his coffee, and she is aware that it won't be long before the medicine starts to work.

Scarlett said, "I can get a divorce. I don't want a house or money; I just want a child." Although her voice was soft, you can still hear the faint tone of stubbornness in it.

The corners of William’s eyes were slightly raised, it seemed that his courage had grown a lot.

"Scarlett, don't play a hard-to-get game with me. The price I give you will not aggravate you. If you are too greedy, you will have nothing—"

"Master Miller, I said I don't want money." Scarlett emphasized again, with a decisive attitude, looking at him with a fixed gaze, "I want to borrow something from you."

"Anyway, we are a husband and wife. Even if the drama ends, I have to earn some interest and go!" Scarlett went out, straightened her spine, and her humble attitude became tough.

William raised his brows lightly, very good, the little sheep finally showed the fox's tail. She is slowly getting enough courage to demand like that.

Scarlett’s expression was calm, neither admitting nor denying, she pursed her thin lips, peeled herself cleanly, stepped forward, and put it on...

William clearly wanted to resist, but the strong need of his body made him forcefully embrace her in his arms.

"What?" William frowned, a little impatient. At this time, he suddenly felt a little unusually hot in his body. He knows to himself that this is not natural, then he thought who might do this to him.

"Scarlett Moore, how dare you give me medicine?" William immediately understood her intention, and his handsome face sank suddenly as if shrouded in snow that would not melt for thousands of years. That’s when he knew that he messed up and will soon mess up even more.

Early in the morning, the faint morning light shone through the beige veil onto the marble floor of the room. The devil sealed in the body clamored to bring him from the dark valley to the top of the sky.

One night in the spring night, the bones are entangled.

Lifting the quilt, on the white bed sheet, a few drops of blood, like blooming snow lotus flowers, opened in front of her eyes.

William’s face instantly turned cold. On the bed, the man opened his sullen eyes, and an ice-sculpted handsome face revealed a noble and charming aura.

Last night, the picture of turning the clouds and rain with Scarlett was strongly loaded into my mind, and William sat up in a jiffy. He bent down and picked it up. It was a bank card and a graceful message or an annoying message rather.

"The money in the bank card is last night's reward. From now on, you and I owe each other! Goodbye!" As what the message said.

“Damn, how dare Scarlett plot against me?” William thought to himself as he scratched his forehead because of the sudden change of events. He thought that everything is going along with his plan, but this little Scarlett did something unexpected.

His long, slender legs fell to the ground, and when he put on his bathrobe, he accidentally swept something from the bedside table to the ground.

Did she think he was selling it?

To insult him with his money.

The man's already gloomy and handsome face showed a hideous expression.

"Scarlett Moore!" The mellow cello sound cut through the sky, with bursting anger, and the whole building seemed to tremble.

***

East of the city, in a secluded rental house. William’s slender and jade-like fingers curled and clenched tightly, losing his blood color because of the force.

"Scarlett, you'd better pray that you don't fall into my hands!" he said bursting out in anger.

"Scarlett Moore-Miller, the young mistress of the Miler family, ran away from home a few days ago. All electronic monitoring devices have not recorded her whereabouts, and hotels in the city have no record of her ID card. If anyone with knowledge of her whereabouts, please call the show's hot call, a bounty of one million."

Scarlett angrily threw the apple core onto the TV as she saw the news flashed on the screen. She was lying on a simple fabric sofa, biting an apple in her hand, but staring at the TV screen.

The host picked up her black-and-white photo and narrated seriously:

Scarlett stroked her face, which was very different from the posthumous photo, with extraordinary confidence.

William only knew that she was Scarlett’s illegitimate daughter. She grew up in a backward mountain village, so she looked down on her, thinking that she was an ignorant and vulgar country girl.

"I'm not dead yet. William Miller, what do you mean by using a photo to find someone?" Scarlett talks to herself.

Immediately, a sly smile appeared again, "If you want to catch me, do it in your next life!"

Her make-up skills are exquisite and superb, reaching the point where she can be easily disguised.

On the day she left William’s house, she left after carefully disguising herself and successfully avoiding all surveillance sections of the villa.

But he didn't know that she was someone who had lived two lives.

In her previous life, she was Clara Smith, the daughter of the Smith family, one of the four major families in the Westside Villa. She was a proper scholar. Not only was she a top student in the cybersecurity department of the first university, but she was born into a luxurious family and possessed the versatile skills of a famous lady.

Scarlett gave birth to three lovely babies in the rental house. Looking at the pink and jade-carved babies on the crib, two boys and one girl, Scarlett fell into a long stunned silence.

If William wants to find her, is it easier said than done?

Ten months later…

For ten consecutive months, the news of looking for her has not stopped for a moment. It continued to air as if they were finding some notorious criminal.

A proud person like William Miller, who was calculated to such a degree by her, should hold grudges for the rest of his life.

If she is caught, Scarlett can think of her own fate. I am afraid that he will be thrown into the sea to feed sharks, and it will be difficult to understand his hatred!

Now that she has a child, it is impossible for her to live in hiding all her life.

Scarlett pondered for a long time, and finally made up her mind - reluctantly parted with the pain and could steal the peace for the rest of her life.