Please give me two more months to be your wife

"Alice?"

The man on the bed opened his eyes and looked at the empty space in his arms. His amber eyes were a little uneasy.

Every day when he opened his eyes, his woman would always be in his arms and say good morning to him with a smile.

The man turned over and sat up. The black quilt slipped down on his waist, revealing his proud honey figure. After looking around the bedroom with his amber eyes, the handsome face with mixed features suddenly showed a sense of surprise.

His Alice had never left his sight in the morning. It was strange today.

He stood up and walked to the French window. The man stretched out his hand to open the thick curtain. The morning sunshine instantly poured into the luxurious bedroom decorated in the European style castle.

Looking out of the window at the manor, the band was singing elegantly. The white roses were blooming. The man looked down at the flower path, trying to find the figure of his beloved woman.

Today was the day of his wedding with Alice Brown. The manor was bustling with people, gathering the bigwigs of the two gangs in the world.

He was the CEO of the Smith group. A sneeze would shake the earth. There was no need to hide his identity. The group was the The Empire State Building of the underworld in the world, and he, Lyman, was the unruly and fearful king in the Empire.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"Come in."

Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door. Lyman Smith didn't turn around but said in a low voice.

"Mr President, miss Alice's image team is here...."

Cathy Jones looked around the room and found that there was only one person in the room. She stopped before she finished his words. As long as Lyman returned to the ancient castle, Alice Brown would stay with him.

As Alice's personal follower, she came to ask Alice if she had gotten up, which meant that Alice Brown was not in the Manor!

"Find her out..."

The light and shadows floated, and the fragrance of white roses under the windowsill floated. Lyman's voice was as cold as his insidious, indifferent and brutal voice to the world.

The distinguished guests of Lyman's manor were all in high spirits, and there was a stir in the dark.

In less than an hour, a disk was sent to Lyman.

"Mr President, this is the video from the monitoring room. Miss Alice left..."

Cathy Jones led Evan, the chief of the security department in the monitoring room of Lyman Smith's manor, to stand in front of the gloomy Lyman.