In the third week of the cold war with Francis Travis, he officially announced his latest relationship with a third-rate actress.
The system judged that my capture failed and asked me to re-select my identity card and change other capture targets.
However, just when I was about to succeed in the capture.
Francis, who had been out of touch with the team, suddenly called me late at night.
“Selma, in order to force me out, you have now degraded yourself to the point of hooking up with my dad, right?”
My eyes widened and I kicked the sleeping man next to me to wake him up.
“Didn't you say you were single? When did you have a son?”
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Isaac Travis, who was kicked off the bed, woke up instantly. “I'm going to have a son?”
“Selma, what is your pregnancy? I will arrange for someone to check you now.”
He jumped into my arms with sleepy eyes and messy hair, listening to the voice in my belly.
I pushed him away and put the recording of Francis's drunken call in front of him.
Francis's voice slowly came out from the receiver.
"Selma, you must be starving for attention. If you can't be my wife, is your backup plan to become my stepmother?
"After sharing a bed with me, you turned to my father? You may not mind the stench, but I can't stomach the filth.
"Don't think this twisted scheme will win back my heart. Without my consent, you'll never set foot into the Travis Family ever.”
After listening to the recording, Isaac's face turned extremely dark and a fury aura emanated from his surroundings.
He left a sentence, “I will take care of this matter,” and then got up and left.
When he came back, he looked refreshed.
I asked him strangely, “You wouldn't have someone kill Francis, would you? He is your nephew anyway, isn't that a bad thing?”
Isaac in my arms snorted softly. “Then he should be thankful that he is related to me by blood. If anyone dares to covet my woman, I will treat him well.”
I wanted to ask more questions, but Isaac suddenly stood up and pressed me under him.
“Why do you care what he does? Did I not serve you well at night, so you still have the energy to imagine other men?”
There was anger in his dark eyes.
His handsome features exude a mature charm that Francis could never match. I was so fascinated by it that I did not react.
His big hands with light calluses had already covered my slender waist. But I shuddered at the thought of the intensity before bedtime.
“No... my waist still hurts…."
But before I could finish, his lips covered mine tightly. There was no room for me to refuse.
As I woke up the next day, there was no one by my bed.
Thinking of the rolling clouds last night, I had a lot of trouble expressing myself.
Sure enough, it was not easy to conquer a man. It was not a heartache, it was a backache.
I got up to drink water as my phone vibrated and the balance in my bank card showed an increase of 130,000 dollars.
Looking at the countless zeros on the phone, I called the system, “Is this a reward for progressing in the game?”
The system looked confused and answered, “No, we will only give out bonuses if the strategy is successful.
“Or, is it that there is a problem with the accounting and the message was sent incorrectly? Host, please wait a moment, I will go and check.”
The system had just gone offline when the phone vibrated again. It was a message from Isaac.
[Isaac: Francis's card has been frozen by my brother. You can use this 130,000 for entertainment. Just treat it as compensation for disturbing us yesterday. I will take you to try on the wedding dress after I finish the meeting.]
Seeing the message, I felt extremely happy.
The system came back at the right time, saw the text message in my phone and called me, “It turns out that this money was transferred from Francis's card! It must be said that this uncle is much richer than his nephew.”
