The environment inside the box is diametrically opposed to the loudness outside. Even a needle can be heard falling to the ground  right now. The only thing that is constant is the gloomy lighting. I only know that a man is sitting on the sofa.  this man is very tall, at least 180 pounds, and should still be holding a drink.

"She has arrived, Mr. Campbell." With tremendous respect, the manager stated.

Mr. Campbell? Is this the Mr. Campbell I'm looking for? I greatly want to step forward and confirm the identity of the man in front of me, but my reason returned just in time.

The manager saw the man wave his hand.

There were only two of us remaining in the enormous box at the moment, and I was so scared that my hair practically stood up.

"Come here." The man's deep seductive voice rang in my ears, and I took two hard steps forward as if I were possessed.

I only see a man sitting on the sofa, around 30 years old, with molded facial features, casual posture, softly shaking the red wine in the cup with his left hand, and emitting aristocratic attitude between his actions.

"Can you tell me your name?" He placed the glass on the coffee table in front of him and smiled lazily at me.

"Nadine Irene." I dutifully reported myself.

"Hello, my name is Ryan Campbell!" The man's speech is magnetic

"Is that Ryan Campbell?" So, is he the Mr. Campbell I'm seeking for? I pulled my head up. High nose bridge, angular brows like a knife carving.

Yes, only Mr. Campbell can have this disposition, so I burst out laughing. I had the good fortune to be off the charts, and I met him on the first night.

"Do you know me?" Ryan Campbell raised his eyebrows as he noticed me staring at him in anticipation for a while.

I was embarrassed when I realized what had happened. Ryan Campbell was directly in front of me, but I had no idea what to do. I wasn't sure why I had sought for his assistance so quickly. Will he assist me?

"Excellent, come here!" Ryan Campbell's mouth turned slightly as he  smiled at me.

I grinned awkwardly.

I moved uneasily at first, then sat on the sofa next to him with stiff hands and feet, dropped my head and didn't say anything, and didn't dare to look up at him.

"Irene, I'm not so terrifying, am I?"

Huh? I looked up, on a pair of smiling eyes, suddenly little face flushed, embarrassed at the time, eyes flew to the mouth, took up the glass on the table, said uncomfortable,

"I toast you, Mr. Campbell!"

I then lifted my neck and swallowed it down. I may have had a little too much to drink. I became unsteady and collapsed on the sofa.

My nerves are much more relaxed than they were just now, thanks to the catalyst of alcohol, and my brain has finally returned to normal. The reason for my visit has become abundantly evident. Isn't Ryan Campbell the one who assisted me? The Lord is now only around the corner. Will my struggle be in vain if I pass up this fantastic opportunity?

Thinking about this, I stood up, poured myself another glass of wine, took a deep breath, and sat down next to Ryan Campbell. "I propose another toast to you, Mr. Campbell."

Ryan Campbell's eyes flashed a glimpse of nakedness, her mouth slightly lifted, and her curiosity reached new heights as she gazed at the woman on the side. What is causing this woman to change her mind? But he remembered that this small lady had just appeared to be a good woman. How could she have transformed her appearance so drastically in such a short period of time?

While Ryan Campbell was staring at me, I was severely hypnotizing myself, but I needed to get things done.

"What's the matter, Mr. Campbell?Do I have dirt on my face?"

The viewpoint of Irene Nadine

I see Ryan Campbell still doesn't speak, so I took a sip of the glass and aimed it at the man's thin lips.

This is a duel between strength and beauty, as well as between men and women, with somewhat chilly red lips competing against slightly hot thin lips. I had intended to get Ryan Campbell drunk, but I had no idea that the glass of red wine in my hand had been inadvertently placed in my stomach by feeding me with his lips.

I'm not good at drinking.  I felt the ceiling shake after drinking two glasses of red wine.

"It's scorching! My head is spinning!" My cheeks were scarlet, my body was incredibly hot and dry, and my hands kept fanning my face, but I couldn't get the heat and dryness to go away. I needed to walk out of the private room to breathe, but when I stood up, my legs became weaker and weaker, and I collapsed into Ryan Campbell's arms. I became increasingly thirsty and hot.

Ryan Campbell lifted a good-looking radian from the corners of his mouth as he peered at me in his arms. He wondered how skilled I was at drinking.

He  gently pulled me aside. He's not willing to force a woman.

I fell into tears as I observed myself being pushed away and screamed to myself, "You are so cruel, I am also reared by you, you are so cruel!"

I took Ryan Campbell as my uncle and aunt. Ryan Campbell smirked. He had never seen a woman cry before, so he pulled out a handkerchief and helplessly wiped my tears.

Ryan Cambell's Pov

She cried hard, looking pitiful. I  was taken aback at the time.i  was used to seeing lustrous women in bars, strong women in business, and smart and capable women at work, but I had never seen a woman cry so elegantly.

Irene's Pov

I pitifully pounded into Ryan Campbell's arms while lying in his embrace. Our two small hands brushed against each other restlessly, and my left hand accidentally brushed against Ryan Campbell's crotch.

Ryan Campbell's arms were already heated and dry, and my movements made him even more aroused. I kept pressing against Ryan Campbell' muscled chest .

Ryan Campbell 's  lips curled around my mouth as soon as he bowed his head.

The unexpected kiss made it difficult for me to breathe smoothly, and I couldn't help but open my mouth and breathe again and again. Ryan Campbell was even more rogue, greedily seizing the flavor.

He was not satisfied with the sweetness of my mouth and kissed all the way down my ears and neck, his hands probing into my sensitive zone with the kiss. Ryan Campbell went crazier, and the kiss descended like a storm. He abruptly spun around and wrapped his arms around  emyntire body, roaring and ramming straight in. The drug's influence caused me to entirely abandon my resistance and respond more eagerly to Ryan Campbell's insanity.

All night, till we were both fatigued and fell asleep.

Early in the morning,

"This is 1,000,000! !" Ryan Campbell glanced at me, reached out, and tossed me a check. The cheque landed in the air and then slowly sank into my grasp.

I looked at the check and then up at Ryan Campbell. I was suffering from a splitting headache. The previous night's events were shattered the instant I picked up my glass.

I was naked when I lifted the quilt. ? Ryan Campbell slept on me!

He then left.

When we returned with the cheque, the usurers had arrived, each holding a weapon that glowed cold in the light, and my aunt and uncle were shivering and pouring tea and water.

When the money arrived, the group of individuals walked quickly as well, and the IOUs were torn and canceled, and they didn't come back.

"Thank you so much, Iren..."

"Aunt, this money should be spent to repay your generosity in raising me, but I will be moving out soon ."

After leaving my house, I stayed in a cheap hotel, quit my job in a bar, and tried hard to make ends meet by working in a convenience store. But, for some reason, my period did not arrive this month, and I was quite weary. I was frightened of causing a delay in my work. I went to the hospital for an examination, but I had no idea I was pregnant!

So, what should I do...... I want this baby, but I'm not sure I can afford it......

I masked my fear and cowardice by gently pulling the pregnancy report from my suitcase and telling myself, "I am pregnant."

Ryan Campbell cocked his brow. This news took him by surprise. The movement in his gaze was momentary. He cast an emotionless glance at the document on the table. "Why should I think the child must be mine?"

"You can do DNA identification!" I stated confidently.

He remained silent, his eyes half-closed, and he did not look at me. "Tell me about your purpose," he requested softly.

My fist tightened under the table, I slowed my heart, and I said, "It's pretty straightforward. I want this child but cannot afford it, so I'd want to ask you for help."

"What if I don't hand up the money?"

"If you don't provide this money, the existence of my children and I must risk your future life, and you're not short of money, so you should buy peace," I answered, startled.

His eyes have a faint smile, and his mouth evokes a trace of an interesting smile as he stares at me and asks, "If I don't give it, you won't give birth to the child?"

"If you do not contribute financially, I will not only give birth to the child, but will also bring the child to identify relatives in the future. Your family will be dissatisfied when the time comes. Don't blame me !"

"If that's the case, why don't I just marry you?"

I became insane all of a sudden. I said it to force him to give money quickly, but I didn't expect him to make such a decision so quickly. I was certain he would not marry me, therefore I was confident enough to extort his money.

"At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, wait for me downstairs with your documents."

"Wait!" I regained consciousness and pondered.

he questioned, "Don't you want me to be responsible?"

In my heart, I don't want anything to do with him; all I want is money from him.

"I can give you money and marry you tomorrow."

When I heard his decision, I cringed and changed my tone, saying, "Just give me money, I don't need you to be responsible!"

"The premise is marriage. My wife is the only one who spends my money. ."

This has taken me by surprise and shock. He is The Campbell's president. Shouldn't he just take money to send a woman away?

"... why do you have to marry?"

"You need money, and I need a wife," he added without changing his expression.

He wants such an identity around him, and he believes that such a thing should be done by a male, therefore he has been hunting r since that night, but I devoted myself.

He knows very little about me in front of him.

"... you see clearly, I am a poor character, and my personal life is still quite chaotic. .."

Ryan Campbell cut me off before I could finish,

"Is your family pressuring you to marry? Formal marriage is acceptable, but I have several requirements!"

"Who is the one giving money, and y ou still have conditions?"

"I can pledge to collaborate with you in front of your family if you offer me money, but I can't intervene in each other's private lives, and I can't touch me with any marital obligations. The connection will remain till you meet your true wife."

He lifted his brow but offered no explanation. He considered marrying  first and gradually getting to know each other.

"Ok."

"Create written evidence! Give me the money later, one million at a time!"

He merely nodded and drafted an agreement in response to my request. I thought it was as smooth as I imagined, but I ended up in someone's pit.

He left my phone number and contact information, signed the agreement in duplicate, and handed me a bank card with a one-million-dollar balance.

Even if children are born in the future, they can be raised with this one million.

I walked downstairs to his office the next day with my certificate, as arranged. He was likewise punctual and drove right to the marriage registration office.

Ryan Campbell, is only 26 years old, but he is in charge of all The Campbell's commerce and is known as China' youngest entrepreneur.

"What are you thinking?" I'm not sure when he came up behind me.

I feigned to ask him gently, "So are we married?"

He nodded before asking, "School or work?"

He didn't realize I was only 20 until he saw hemyr ID card.

"Go to work," I answered stuffily.

After graduating from high school, I was forced to work because my uncle refused to give me money.

I expected him to insult my schooling, but he simply remained silent and said, "What time?"

"It's two in the afternoon."

"Please take some time off; my parents want to see you."

"Is there another day? When I get a vacation." When I'm ready, that is.

He proceeded to throw me one sentence, "Article 2 of the agreement."

When he requires it, assist him in playing the role of a decent wife.

When you cry, you must follow the terms of the deal you signed.

I jumped in his car and drove him home, and my attitude was a little anxious when my daughter-in-law first met her in-laws.

This wealthy family's parents should be quite skilled at making things tough for others, right?

Irene Nadine's pov

About 20 minutes' drive, the car stopped in front of a retro villa, and it felt special.

As soon as his car arrived, the servants lined up to welcome us, and a woman in a dark red dress came out and looked at us happily.

Ryan Campbell put his arm around me and naturally introduced me, "Mom."

I swallowed my saliva. This word is very strange to me, and some of them can't be called.

Seeing that I didn't make any noise, Ryan Campbell looked down at me and added some strength to his hand on my waist. Only then did I whisper and cry awkwardly, "Mom."

Mrs. Campbell took me for shyness and said happily, "Hurry into the house, your father is waiting inside."

I thought it would be a particularly sharp woman, but I didn't expect it to be so friendly, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

After crossing the promenade and walking to the living room, I saw a middle-aged man and an old man with white hair sitting on the sofa playing chess.

Ryan Campbell sat on the sofa with his arms around me and called respectfully, "Dad, Grandpa."

The parents put down their chess pieces and looked at us.

Grandpa looked very kind, and Mr. Campbell looked much more serious. He looked at me unsmilingly and said, "What's the name?"

". Irene Nadine."

"How old are you?"

"20."

Mr. Campbell then asked, "Still at school?"

I shook my head, educational background has always been a place where I feel inferior.

Ryan Campbell looked down at me and guessed my thoughts. He said, "People are married. Why do you ask so many questions?"

Mr. Campbell glared at Ryan Campbell and said, "Is it your place to interrupt when the elders are talking?"

Seeing that the two fathers and sons were going to quarrel again, Mrs.Campbell made a noise, "Well, my son finally came back once, so don't put on a show. Irene is also here for the first time, so don't scare other children."

Fortunately, with Mrs.Campbell around, the atmosphere was harmonious.

After lunch together, we left. I looked out of the window and stayed for a while. Only then did I suddenly think of one thing. I sat up straight and asked him who was driving, "What about the children?"

He looked at me in the rearview mirror and quickly gave me a reply, "Born."

"What about divorce?"

He sneered, "It is not so easy to leave after getting married."

I looked out of the window and, while I was thinking about the future, the car stopped in front of an apartment. I drifted off and followed him out of the car. "Where is this?"

He locked the door with the key, went to the elevator and pressed the upstairs button, saying, "You will live here in the future, and bring things here when you have time."

"Wrong! The agreement only said to help you cope with your family, not to live together!"

"You heard it, my mother will come to see us at any time, and you are responsible for finding flaws?"

The elevator door opened at this moment. He stretched out his hand and pushed me in. After pressing the floor key, he bowed his head and looked at my figure wantonly and said, "Don't worry, I don't want you to eat it. Take care of your own hunger and thirst."

I answered him angrily, "You are hungry!"

He responded faintly, "Do you want me to help you carefully recall who took the initiative that night?"

When I heard him say such things, I suddenly blushed and shut up.

When the elevator arrived at the floor, he took the lead in going out. After opening the door, he threw it to me, "Put it away by yourself. I don't have much time to come back, and I don't have much time to open the door for you."

I put the key in my bag and scolded him and said, "You grew up drinking poison, didn't you?!" The mouth is so poisonous! No wonder I can't find a girlfriend!

He went inside and changed his shoes before looking down at me and saying, "Be careful when you talk to me."

I pedaled off my shoes, "I told you I had a bad temper!" Then I opened the shoe cabinet, but I didn't find any extra slippers. He said faintly, "There is no thing for you at home for the time being, and I am barefoot. I will warn you first..."