Billionaire's Sweet Wife

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ion this week, they chastised me for not living up to expectations. I merely believed I didn't hear it after rearing me for so long. I d

turned home, I was sitting

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u perhaps give me some time?" I stood up and star

ttle more time !" My aunt

ay debts!" Debt collec

diately seized me and forced me t

you don't come up with the cash, I bel

lit up as she he

you doing? Don't th

tion accident when I was five years old, and my aunt's fam

ar, He borrowed 500,000. However, usury is a bottomless pit, and there is never-ending door-to-door riotin

y this man c

ne and boist

te haunt of Mr. Campbell, but the location in front of me made me pause. I have never been this kind of place in th

e been so rash

ot until a job post a

'd never seen pole dancing. My heart was pounding, but when I saw my uncle and aunt's nasty faces, I realiz

sleeping. Fortunately, I was eager to learn and intellige

've got right now, Ryan Campb

y on the dance floor. I feel like a countryman who has just arrived in town. Everything in front of

struggled to look around and discovered that everyone looked the same. Even if th

e on? Yes, is that you?" Dissat

nterview requirements were straightforward. Later, everyone had a chance to take the stage for fifteen minutes. The

began to smear on my face. After a quarter-hour, a

but once dressed up, I'm like a rose

nce, only to feel darkness,

. At this point, all of the spotlights seemed to shi

y is soft . The steel pipe in the center of the stag

ence warm

ger approached me with tremendous excitement as soon as I stood down. The mood was entirely different

oftly brushed the sweat

The manager gave me a nice smile, which made me feel a little hairy, boss

my heart is growing like a snowball

manager turned left and right. I took a b