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The CEO's Surrogate Ex-wife

The CEO's Surrogate Ex-wife

Penulis:VIVIAN

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That year, Kathleen tried everything to marry the man she loved, Marshall. She thought it would be the beginning of happiness, but unexpectedly learned that Marshall married herself just because she has a similar face to the woman who died seven years ago. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get into this man's heart. Kathleen did not want to be his high-class prostitute,she took a paper divorce and the child in the womb, determined to leave, but met with a plane crash ...... Five years later, Marshall met the woman he thought was long dead . He had never sounded so gentle before, "Kathleen, where is our child?" She smiled sarcastically, "Aborted!" He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, "Since you aborted our child, you must compensate me for a new one."
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The sunlight spilled into the bedroom a little.

"Awake?"

The man's cool, detached voice made her heart tremble.

Kathleen slowly lifted her head and stared blankly at the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"This is this month's living expenses."

The man's arm was slightly raised, flinging over a limited edition national black card, with coldness between his eyebrows.

The corners of the card scratched Kathleen's delicate skin, she was stunned, and abruptly laughed out loud, "Honey, you're really generous to me."

This is a global and unlimited overdraft card, Marshall is really trying to keep her mouth shut.

"But if I get pregnant, will you give more?"

Kathleen ruffled her long hair in style, hooked a smile, and bargained nicely.

"Heh ......", the man stepped closer, leaned down slightly and hooked her chin, "Kathleen, do you think you deserve to carry my child?"

The voice of the man is dangerous.

Kathleen clutched her card tightly, hugging the blanket as if she didn't care, but there was clearly a trace of pain hidden under her eyes.

In Marshall's eyes, she might be a high-priced prostitute at best.

The woman who perished seven years ago is the mole on his heart!

"Kathleen, remember who you are." Marshall wrinkled his brow and his stern eyes narrowed fiercely; it was clear that he was restraining something.

She blinked unfortunately, and her tone was so mushy that it sounded like water was dripping out: "Honey, I was just kidding, we haven't had enough of the two of us, how could I possibly want children."

Marshall snorted lightly and suddenly let go of his hand, "Tsk, even if you get pregnant ......there can only be one end for him."

Which one?

The meaning is self-explanatory.

Kathleen's smile still hung on the edge of her mouth, stiffened without half a tug.

She could only watch the man stride out of the bedroom as if he would be infected with germs .

Kathleen gritted her teeth and struggled to get up from the bed.

Her fingers were trembling, and it took her half a day to pull out a thin pile of paper from the bedside table, her fingertips white from the excessive effort.

The divorce agreement was in big letters, and Kathleen's column was already written, so it had obviously been prepared for a long time.

......

The other side -

The top of the luxurious skyscraper seems to be the top of the pyramid, and the sunlight projected in settles on the photo album on the desk.

The photo is a little yellow, the woman on it looks similar to Kathleen to the extreme, but the temperament is completely different.

The woman smiled shyly and pursed her lips, her straight black hair was shoulder length, unlike Kathleen who always smiled extremely brightly, and dyed her hair light brown and wavy, at a glance, the two could be separated.

Marshall glanced at the glass album, it seems that the gaze are softened a few points, "Gemma ......"

"Marshall!"

Suddenly a gentle voice like a girl next door sounded, the smell of fragrant perfume came, Marshall's brow wrinkled imperceptibly, restraint generally withdrew his hand.

Rebecca stepped on eight centimeter high heels, dressed in a tailor-made Chanel high-fashion suit, the appearance of clear and lovely.

"What brings you here?" Marshall looked indifferent, absently browsing through the documents in his hand.

He had never liked women who were too clingy.

"Because I wanted to ......" Rebecca spoke daintily, but before the words left her mouth, the office door was violently pushed open.

The assistant came running in panicked with her phone, "CEO,madam, she's texting."

Marshall's hand paused for a moment, the tip of the pen made a long ink mark on the paper, "I told you, there is no need to report to me about that woman!"

"But, but ......" the young assistant clutched the phone, trembling, not knowing how to answer.

Marshall impatiently closed the contract with a snap, his eyes vaguely tipped with fire - Kathleen!

This woman can at least two phone calls and four text messages a day, he usually let his assistant handle, but did not expect this can not avoid this woman.

A woman who had carefully designed and climbed into his bed, a woman who was insatiable and even more delusional to get more, was simply a madman!

"CEO, it's better to take a look." The young assistant gritted her teeth and handed the phone up with trembling hands.

In the past, the phone calls and text messages are very usual, only this time ......

Marshall's eyebrows jumped, vaguely sensed something, and reached out to take it.

When his eyes touched the line of words on the screen, his complexion suddenly sank down -

'I left the divorce papers on the bed, I'm leaving, 12:00 noon flight to Switzerland. I'm really tired, goodbye.'

"Heh," Marshall snorted coldly and tossed the phone away casually, "This is just another one of her tricks, don't bother."

The young assistant took the phone with the utmost fear, pursed her lips and didn't dare to say anything, and finally silently exited the office.

"Marshall, don't be angry, for that kind of woman, it's not worth it." Rebecca soothed kindly, but a hidden jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Marshall, however, was a little annoyed, and he raised his hand to loosen his tie, "Rebecca, you get out too."

"Marshall, I ......" Rebecca's pretty face went white, not expecting the war to reach her.

It's all because of that damn woman!

But touching Marshall's cold eyes, she didn't dare to stay any longer.

"Marshall, I'll go back and see you next time." She grabbed her handbag and took one step back to leave.

The door slammed shut.

Marshall squeezed his pen and looked stern, "Want a divorce?Kathleen, the rules of the game are not up to you."

......

The streets were lit up with neon lights as the sky grew darker, the lights were misty and moving.

Marshall glanced at the night scene outside and sneered.

At this hour, Kathleen is usually preparing dinner carefully. If that's the case, he won't stay over at Kathleen's tonight, he wants to see what else this woman has up her sleeve!

It was time to hang her out for a few days so she could learn the ropes.

Just as Marshall was about to turn off his laptop, a news window popped up and broke into view--

"Today at 12:00 noon, a plane from Chicago to Switzerland crashed into the desert, with thirty men and fourteen women, no survivors!"

Twelve o'clock, Switzerland?

Marshall paused slightly, his gaze settling on the words "no survivors", but soon the screen went black.

Was it a coincidence? Or is this a new trick Kathleen is playing?

Marshall remained in the position of closing the notebook, and when he looked back, he had been frozen for a few seconds, and soon, he put the notebook away with a "snap".

"Oh, how could that be? That woman is more precious about her life than anyone else." Marshall subconsciously denied the news.

But, why was there an unexplained irritation in his heart?

The phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated, Marshall was relieved, look, the check-up call is here?

Oh, still want to play with him?

Unfortunately, when he saw the name of his good friend Lange flashing on the screen, his brow furrowed imperceptibly.

"Why is it you?"

"......" Lange said he was hurt by 10,000 points. He hasn't even said a word!

"Marshall, please come out and accompany me to play."

"No way."

Lange was close to biting his handkerchief and wailing in aggression, "Marshall, don't tell me you're going to stay home with your wife, huh?"

"Lange, do you want to get your ass kicked?"

The eerie tone made Lange tremble three times, is it too late to admit your mistake?

Marshall's gaze slowly settled on the unclosed notebook, and his expression was too gloomy to be true.

He realized he had wasted time thinking about Kathleen.

It wasn't like him.

"Send me the address." He cut the call, grabbed his car keys as soon as he could, and struck off.

Lange listened to the busy beeping sound and was still a little taken back... was this a turnaround?

......

The club is a very nice place.

The only person sitting in the corner was Marshall, who was smoking a cigarette with two fingers.

His long, athletic legs are slightly folded, his shirt is unbuttoned a few, the whole person is shrouded in shadow, but the hidden deep cold black eyes, attracting the hearts of many women present.

"Marshall, would you like to have a drink?" A bold woman came over, and her hand was a little bit on the man's strong and powerful thighs.

The seduction is full of meaning.

She had already heard from Lange that Marshall had a wife, but so what? She is younger and more beautiful, still afraid than a yellow-faced woman?

"You are so handsome and have a good career, why do you have to stay at home, there are many girls out there who adore you."

Her tone is soft and glamorous, her eyes are like silk, and her soft, boneless hands go a little to the belt buckle on the man's waist.

"So the people who adore me, also include you?" Marshall put out his cigarette, smiling and not smiling, looking down at her.

The woman felt her cheeks burning as she stared, her heart pounding, "Doesn't Marshall understand my feelings?"

"Heh," Marshall laughed lightly, and the next second, he suddenly grabbed the woman's slender wrist with such force that it seemed like he was trying to crush it.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he was suddenly fired up when he heard the woman talk about the one in the house.

Kathleen, even if there are a million things wrong with her, it is not the turn of an outsider to mention.

"What do you think you are? Get out!"

The woman was thrown to the ground, her long hair covering her face, and she was in a terrible state.

The atmosphere was instantly deadlocked, but Marshall did not want to stay any longer, and was about to step away when Lange came over, "Marshall don't be angry, if you don't like it, let's change."

"You guys play, I'm drunk, I'm going back." He patted Lange's shoulder, and then left with no expression.

He was not very drunk, but he always took his phone out of his pocket and looked through it from time to time.

The funny thing was that he actually looked like he was waiting for someone to call.

"Boss, where to?" The driver asked cautiously, his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

Marshall sighed lightly and pinched his brow tiredly, "To YunTing."

Except for the time of physical needs, Marshall basically will not go back there.

It's funny, he used to be disgusted by the mere sight of Kathleen's phone calls. But now that he hadn't even heard from her, he was a little disoriented.

The heart is like a dense layer of ants crawling, so he felt a little uncomfortable.

......