Give Me Your Life, My Beloved Wife

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d looked at the empty space in his arm

s woman would always be in his arms an

ealing his proud honey figure. After looking around the bedroom with his amber

t his sight in the morni

is hand to open the thick curtain. The morning sunshine instantly pou

legantly. The white roses were blooming. The man looked down at

rown. The manor was bustling with people, gath

need to hide his identity. The group was the The Empire State Building of the und

knock,

ome

on the door. Lyman Smith didn't t

iss Alice's image

erson in the room. She stopped before she finished his words. As long a

o ask Alice if she had gotten up, which m

her o

oses under the windowsill floated. Lyman's voice was as cold

's manor were all in high spirits,

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department in the monitoring room of Lyman Smit

ized Armani suit waved his hand, and the white porcel

's a good thing that miss Alice left voluntarily. You know s

ck o

oice was more fright

ll Shu

ed around and left the dormitor

tood on the luxurious corridor,

lucky for you to be alive. How could Alice Brown

ident will be held in a few days. There

n't have to fi

d again and said, "cheer up today. I've heard that someone has so

es.

ang

here was a burst of gunshot, mixed

ooking at Evan who was standin

a hundred killers. They wanted to kill Ly

re! The mysterious man invested at a price of one hundred million

window, he felt like listening to the beautiful singing of the opera in Rome. His slender fingertips were twisting a crystal cup, an

e me, right? Tha

nty years ago. I'm brother

us person, and I still