Give Me Your Life, My Beloved Wife

"Jasmine..."

"Nora, I gave you the wrong picture... That jerk hasn't come back yet. He must have hidden himself!" Jasmine cried on the phone!

"My dear Jasmine, I'm really defeated by you!" After hanging up the phone, Nora looked at Adam beside her and asked, "where is Vincent?"

"You are still beating that toy boy!" Adam looked relaxed.

Nora jumped up and ran downstairs at a speed of a hundred meters. Although she was a gangster, she was a reasonable one. How could she hurt such a handsome and innocent young man

"Ah, stop!"

She rushed into the living room and held his hand in time.

"Boss, what's wrong?" He looked suspiciously at the panting Nora and asked.

With a cheeky smile on her face, she looked at Lyman Smith who had a bruise on the corner of his mouth. While loosening Lyman Smith's hand, she said, "look at you. People will think you are a duck or a chicken..."

"Boss, don't... you can't..." Vincent reminded him in a low voice.

"Fuck off!" Nora pushed the minions aside.

After his wrist was untied, Lyman Smith stretched out his slender fingertips and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. It was the first time that he had seen blood

"It was our fault... We hurt you by accident..." Nora nodded and bowed to apologize.

Lyman Smith sat on the ground and looked at the woman squatting in front of him. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he was wondering what the woman was going to do.

Nora smiled and pulled up the collar of Lyman with a gloomy face, "Brat, although it's our fault today, you don't want to be the enemy of the Dragon hall, do you? I'm also a beauty. Don't forget what happened today. If your clothes are broken, I'll compensate you three thousand, and if you're injured, I'll compensate you seven thousand. It's a total of ten thousand. You can rest for a few days and don't go to the night fair to make money. But there are three rules. If you dare to spread this out, don't blame me for stamping your tongue!"

It turned out that he was being polite before resorting to force! It seemed that this stupid woman was not completely stupid! Lyman Smith smiled.

"Ten thousand!" After throwing a pile of money in front of Lyman Smith and squatting down in front of Lyman Smith, she looked at the smile in front of him and suddenly her heart trembled.

Ten thousand! Lyman Smith picked up the stack of notes with his slender fingers and smiled. Then he loosened his fingers and the money spilled all over the ground.

"What do you mean?" Nora was stunned.

Lyman Smith moved closer to her and found that the distance between the two was only three feet and they could almost hear each other's breath.

"Remember my name when you buy ten thousand!"

An evil black flower bloomed on Lyman Smith's handsome face.

"What's your name?"

Nora asked in a daze. She seemed to be bewitched by this magnetic low voice wrapped in a faint smell of tobacco.

Lyman Smith put his arms around her neck and pulled her to his side. He whispered in her ear, "remember, my name is Lyman Smith."

Lyman Smith and Lyman Smith's names were both familiar and strange to Nora. Her mind went blank. She felt that the hands on her neck were pinching her neck, and the smell of tobacco was surrounding her earlobes. All this, including the name, made her suffocate.

"Boss, what have you lost your soul for?"

Looking at the absent-minded Nora squatting on the floor full of money, Vincent and Adam asked.

Nora woke up and saw no one in front of her. She turned around and saw her two minions.

"Where is he?" Asked Nora, grinning.

"Gone?" The man who paid her to remember his name made her tremble.

"eldest daughter, old master andyoung master are waiting for you in the hall!"

"Oh, I see!"

In the headquarter of Dragon hall, in eldest daughter's room, Nora leaned against the sofa lazily, completely unaware of the banquet of the Qiao group that she was going to attend tonight.

It had been a week since the kidnapping that day. Nora felt uneasy, as if she was surrounded by the annoying smell of tobacco all the time. The man's carved face and evil amber eyes were always lingering in her mind, especially when he asked her to remember his name