The president's seventh bride

Alicia came downstairs with a big package, and Carlos took it for her, poker-faced, and then went straight to the Rolls-Royce parked outside. He opened the trunk, and threw it in.

Mr. and Mrs. Joliot-Curie said goodbye to their daughter hypocritically, but Alicia was absent because she was badly hit.

The pleasantries continued until the engine was started, and Alicia finally got rid of those two hypocritical faces. This visit was a complete success with the cooperation of Carlos. She took a long sigh of relief. She looked at the men beside her, and sincerely said, "Thank you today."

Carlos didn't respond, and Alicia couldn't help wondering for she discovered his cold eyes just when he took over her belongings.

"Why don't you talk?"

The car suddenly stopped on the roadside, and Carlos leaned over and asked her expressionless, "Why didn't you clearly state your lineage when I picked my wife?"

asked blankly,

natural daughter, especially of a club dancer. Your stepmother loves you and allowed you to apply for your sister. How does

couldn't utter a word for one minute, and the words—natural daughter—were like

the years, but it

ashamed of it. Only those who are self-contemptuous or want to elicit sympathy will keep telling everyone they meet that they are illegitimate, and the reason why I didn't say it is because I'm not

was in no mood for much self-evaluation and thus

you need a wife to stop your toying with life and identity doesn't

open the door and got off stubbornly. She was somewhat offended, and the fact

after a few steps by