My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

Lilia was allowed to play with her cell phone for 20 minutes, but after the man left, she couldn't concentrate.

What did Vincent's words mean?

What did Jean need to consider?!

Even though Lilia and Vincent had become close, they weren't actually that close.

Vincent was indeed amazed after seeing her look. Yet his gaze often gave off a light of hatred and disgust.

This man was beautiful and yet too poisonous!

Lilia was able to suppress the doubts in her heart and opened her social media with her cellphone.

She hadn't seen her own posts in a long time. Even though it'd only been two weeks, the entertainment industry changed a lot.

Especially after Milia had become very popular, some netizens started naming her as the most beautiful and pure girl.

Sure enough, if someone wanted to be famous, as long as they worked hard, dirty water could turn into a bath of roses for them.

Lilia was browsing through the news on social media, and suddenly got attracted by hot search.

#Save William!

On the Internet, although there were no netizens who sharply condemned her, many people added to the fact that she had to take responsibility for William's injury.

@Gosipseekers: "William has become like this and Lilia still ignores him?"

@WilliamFans: "Lilia heard that William had been seriously injured and dhe immediately disappeared due to her health reasons. It seems that William is certainly ignored."

@William_MyHusband: "You can't say that. Lilia's own health is not good, and she's not pretty enough to look after my William. I am willing to take care of you my husband!"

Lilia glanced at them for a few moments, she only felt that this discussion seemed to overwhelm William's many fans overnight.

She thought about it a little, then returned to open the phone book and called Harold.

This was the first time she had contacted Harold since she came to the institute.

When Harold saw her number, he didn't even say hello when their call connected and hurriedly asked, "How are you?"

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry." Lilia's tone was still calm.

Currently, Harold was sitting in front of the monitor and watching Milia shooting a short film. He rose to his feet with his cell phone and walked off the set. He smiled bitterly. "I've been waiting for your call. How about it? Do you already want to beat Milia?"

Lilia smiled and joked. "How could I do it? I know you definitely want to do it. By the way, how is William's situation lately?"

"You want to know his legs?" Harold immediately understood Lilia's meaning.

She hummed, "Is his leg really paralyzed?"

Harold was silent for two seconds. "So far, it seems so. Last week, the whole network started publishing news and I don't know where it came from. Now almost everyone agrees with the fact that William is paralyzed."

"I've also asked him to the hospital and heard what the doctor said. William is still unable to wake up, the wounds on his back have not healed, but the possibility of a fracture in the spine pressing against a nerve does not rule out paralysis." He added.

"Have you ever visited the hospital?" Lilia's eyes were filled with worry. Even if the doctor said this, it didn't erase the doubt she felt in her heart.

Harold didn't hide it and sneered. "I'm busy and can't go to the hospital right now. William doesn't have any visitors anyway, so there's no point in going."

"There he is..." Lilia pondered for a moment, thinking.

Harold didn't want her to be too distracted with William's matter. Then he went on asking, "When are you coming back?"

Lilia didn't answer it clearly. "Maybe I'll still need a long time. I see Milia's popularity is very high now. Your methods are really extraordinary. A little effort and you can immediately make her an Internet celebrity."

Yes, Milia was now a famous internet celebrity.

"Oh, I'd rather put all my methods on you, I kept disgusting myself by working with her."

"Be patient, you can do it. Has the studio registered?"

Before hanging up, Lilia asked one last question.

Harold nodded languidly. "All the registrations have been completed and Joe has returned. I don't know what happened between Albert and him. He said that he was planning to leave two days ago, but I'm holding him back. If you want to set up a studio with independent goals, I will help you. Anyway, Joe could be an important asset to the studio."

Lilia's eyes were sparkling, a soft light seemed to shine on her pupils. "Who says I intend to stand alone? But you're right though, Joe can indeed be an important asset. You tell him not to act rashly and wait until I come back."

Harold was confused. "If you don't plan to be independent, why did you sign up for a studio?"

"When I get back, we'll talk about it. Now I have to hang up first."

Lilia hastily hung up the phone, but the corners of her eyebrows and eyes formed a thoughtful smile.

There was about one week left, at the latest two weeks before she could return.

This studio would make Albert work ten times harder from now on.

...

In the smoking room, Jean and Vincent stood for a long time by the window.

Since they entered from behind the door, neither had spoken a word.

Vincent did not smoke, he just stood quietly in front of him gazing at the forest outside the window. His mouth was lifted with satisfaction.

When Jean put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, he broke the silence. "Are you sure you want to take me back with you?"

Vincent replied, "Of course, you have to come back with me! Unless you plan to make your woman blind!"

What a threat!

Jean rubbed the cigarette case with his fingertip and stared at Vincent, who was still keeping his calm face. He pursed his lips and nodded calmly. "Alright."

"Seriously?!" Vincent was taken aback, he took a step forward and squinted at him. "Have you decided?"

He just wanted to bluff by asking Jean to come back with him and see how the man would react to it.

In the past half month, he had finally been able to find a chance for a "revenge" after having difficulty eating and sleeping.

Jean then nodded unhurriedly. "Yes."

Vincent was proud of himself. He put his hands around his chest and clicked his tongue. "Jean, Jean, I never thought a woman could make you bow your head. Even though I had prepared one hundred and eighty women at that time, you rejected them all."

"Is the medicine ready?" The man ignored his taunts, but a trace of joy flashed through his deep eyes.

However, the proud Vincent was clearly not aware of it.

He lifted his chin as he said, "Don't try to frame me. After I gave the medicine, you agreed to come back with me, right?"

Jean was seen pacing from window to door. Before leaving, he stood still and said, "How long will the treatment be finished?"

"Four days. The new medication is given to maintain stability, and in four more days, she will be fine."

Hearing this, the corners of the man's lips deepened. "Okay, four days!"

After that, he walked out and Vincent looked back, feeling that something was wrong.

Since when was Jean this easy to talk to?!

He felt that the man's smile before leaving was meaningful. But what could that mean?

Vincent shook his head, thinking that he was thinking too much.

After all, Lilia was too important to Jean. And after threatening Jean in such a way, Vincent couldn't back down anymore!