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Give Me Your Life, My Beloved Wife

She is a cunning princess. She accidentally binds the wrong person, causing the devil to come. He is a ruthless business leader. A contract imprisons her, and a game called revenge begins. He hated her, but he refused to kill her... Love is a poison. Although it was highly toxic, Alice still looked up and drank it. Her life has three memories. They only cry for that man and laugh for that man.
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Chapter 4

The photo in Lyman Smith's hand slipped and fell to the ground. Lyman Smith stepped on the smiling woman in the photo and went far away.

"Who?" Spark didn't understand what she meant, but he was shocked when he picked up the crumpled photo on the ground.

It was her. The woman who smiled like a rose in the sun was the eldest daughter of the Dragon hall, the biggest gangster in Z country, Nora!

The blue and green light in the hospital corridor shone on his handsome face, which instantly turned into a ruthless vampire. His eyes firmly engraved the woman's face in the photo. The reason why Alice gave him this photo before she died was to tell him that the woman in the photo had caused her to be like this!

Therefore, he wanted to make that woman's life a living hell. In the end, even if she died, she had to be smashed to pieces and buried with Alice.

Nora was twenty-two years old.

She was the only daughter of the leader of Dragon in Z country.

She was the fiancee of Kyle Johnson, the CEO of the Lu Group in Z country.

A gust of wind blew into the black office from the window, rolling up all the papers on the table about a woman.

The white paper was scattered in the air. After a few rounds, it slowly fell down, covering the face of the Western woman lying on the sofa, whose face was distorted by lust.

The woman's white and slightly pink skin was dripping with the man's sweat, and the man above her was as evil as Satan in the darkness, and his strong body was covered with sweat, making the woman scream crazily.

". I can't stand it anymore..."

The woman with black nails pinched hard on Lyman Smith's shoulder and begged for mercy word by word. She was the most dissolute lady in the upper class of Italy, but she was defeated by Lyman Smith who was both gentle in the East and arrogant in the West.

Lyman Smith narrowed his eyes and stared at the white paper on which the woman's face was covered. He hated her to the core.

He scratched the woman and pinched her hard. The other hand, like a snake, slowly attacked the woman, and then pinched her fair neck with one hand.

"Umm... That's enough... Lyman, I won't play anymore..."

The face under the white paper was red because of suffocation. The woman's hands kicked in the air again, trying to find a life-saving straw, but she could not break free from the man's shackles. The devil like man wanted to strangle her and tear her into two pieces.

"I won't let you go, I won't let you go..." Lyman tightened his grip. At this moment, his eyes were full of killing, because he saw the woman on the white paper.

Blood slipped from the woman's body and poured into the black sofa, disappearing without a trace. The woman let out a cry of despair. She shook her head, unable to make any sound.

The white paper finally fell on the dark floor because of the woman's swaying. Lyman Smith was stunned when he stared at the blue veins on the woman's face.

Lyman Smith loosened his grip and leaned back on the black sofa, panting slightly. He had just seen the Nora in Z country, so he wanted to strangle her.

The woman took her breath back. She jumped up from the sofa, with bruises all over her body. She picked up her clothes and stepped on the white paper on the ground. While putting on her trembling clothes, she cursed, "devil... You are just a devil!"

"Get out..." Lyman Smith raised his head and frowned. He had a terrible headache.

The woman grabbed a check on the table and ran out of the CEO Office crazily with her handbag. She thought it was good for her to survive just now.

Blood wetted the white paper on the ground. Lyman picked up the dirty paper with his restrained fingertips, and his gloomy face was covered with blood

The information also told Lyman Smith that she had a handsome face and a fiance who had been in love for many years

"Nora, wait for me!"

Lyman Smith pursed his beautiful lips into an arc.

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