My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

Milia stared at Joe blankly, forgetting how to react.

She didn't know how to deny it and she was confused.

Her videos were all over the Internet, she didn't even understand how the nightclub she worked for had kept surveillance records over the years.

At this moment, Harold and Joe exchanged glances and there was an indescribable ridicule in their eyes.

Milia grew more and more anxious, her hands clenching tightly.

She had never experienced harassment and slander on a large scale, therefore her mentality had collapsed.

Milia was silent for a very long time, her eyes filled with confusion. When she took out her cellphone, she looked at Harold. "I ... can I post something to refute it?"

Harold looked sarcastic as he sneered, "How are you going to even deny it? Is the person in the video not you? Open your eyes and think with a cool head, do you think people are stupid?"

The video captured her face very clearly, making it impossible for her to escape the bad fate that awaited her.

Meanwhile, Joe clearly had no intention of arranging public relations to do something for Milia.

Harold himself didn't have a plan to deal with this emergency situation for her.

Albert's phone couldn't be reached and Alfred's phone had been turned off. Milia didn't dare contact Ricky that easily.

She is confused!

When she left Aphrodite Agency that night, it was already midnight.

There were still a small number of employees in the company who worked overtime and walked the streets, everyone had different eye colors.

Milia felt that she was like a virus, everyone stayed away from her overnight.

How did it happen?!

She had done a lot of preparations and planned many things, but in the end, she lost everything.

What she couldn't accept the most was that Harold felt as if this was the first time he had heard of her past.

She thought that their relationship had improved because the two of them worked together these days.

Unexpectedly, a video of her was revealed and showed her most unbearable past to the public eyes.

'Harold, don't you care about me anymore...?!'

Thinking of this, Milia stood quietly as she looked up at the lit window at the top of the building with a gloomy gray in her eyes.

...

Twenty minutes later, Harold got out of the elevator.

He wore a down jacket, slim trousers and short boots. Hands in his coat pockets, he took a quick stride. It looked like the man's in a good mood, and he'd seen humming a sweet song.

As Harold descended the first step, someone suddenly ran out from behind the marble pillar next to him.

Harold was clearly surprised, and just as he was about to take a step back, the female figure immediately stood before him.

"Harold, please help me, okay?" Milia suddenly appeared, begging him.

Harold lowered his arms and pulled her away mercilessly. "Why don't you come home?"

Does she still dream of having a career in the entertainment industry?!

Harold had been eagerly waiting for Lilia's shot and he finally witnessed Milia never to recover. How could he help her?!

When he pushed Milia off him, the girl backed away in embarrassment.

In the distance, she looked at Harold with teary eyes while crying. "Harold, you can't be so cruel to me. I came to Aphrodite to cheer everyone up because you know!"

Harold narrowed his eyes at Milia and a faint light flashed across it.

He took a step forward, stood still, and gave him a condescending look. "According to your logic, you think I'm still responsible to you?"

Milia's heart was beating fast when she rubbed the corner of her eyes, as if praying and said with a sob, "Harold, did you forget what happened that night? I... I really like you! I feel that it was fate when you became my agent. I just want to be closer to you. Harold, I really can't be a star anymore, but can you be mine...."

"Shut up!"

Her complaints still hung on her lips, but in the next second, she was frightened by Harold's sharp voice.

She looked at Harold in a daze, filled with all kinds of complicated emotions. "Harold ..."

At this moment, the man moved forward again, his tall and slender figure almost completely enveloped Milia in the shadows. "Do you still have the face to say that? Did anyone say that I like you?"

"Is your name really Milia? You must have used that name on purpose because of that night, right? If you really like me, why bother going to the agency and be an artist? If you really want to get closer to me, do you have to go this way?" He asked.

Harold's cold question hit Milia's face like a hard slap.

She thought that tonight must have been too cold, otherwise how could she get goosebumps all over her body?

Milia looked at him nearby, and what was pictured in her mind was that heated night when Harold held her but kept whispering Lilia's name in her ear.

Her breath started to get short, but Milia couldn't say a word.

"Can't answer?" Harold's cold gaze fell onto her face as if he'd figured out the answer. Then he raised his hand and gripped her chin firmly. "If you really want to be close to me, why do you have to hurt her? Why do you want to kill Lilia? Huh?"

As she felt a sharp pain in her jaw, Milia struggled to escape.

In the next instant, Harold slammed Milia with full force until she fell to the ground.

He stared intently at her, and hatred flashed through his eyes as he said, "When you found out I was coming to your nightclub, it looks like you were really after me since then!"

"At that time, your actions were anything but that of a slave. Your goal from the start was definitely to sell your body to me!" He added.

"No, no, Harold..." Milia vigorously denied it, but even she herself knew that such denial was pointless. 

The viral videos explained everything.

Harold sneered, then he bowed and crouched in front of Milia, his fingers pressed against his cheek as he said in a low voice, "Since you are still here waiting for me until this late, I'll tell you the truth then. I hate you! Really hate you! And this is still the beginning of the catastrophe to come."

His gaze was intensely furious, dark like an abyss.

Harold really despised her!

This confession made Milia sit limp, bending her legs back to the ground. "You... What are you going to do…"

She somehow felt that the current Harold was extremely terrifying, and there was too much darkness in his eyes that it made her shudder in fear.

"You will soon find out!" His cold smile was colder than the arctic wind as he tugged on Milia from the ground firmly. The man then gripped her wrist and dragged her into the parking lot.

"Get off me, I won't go with you..."

Milia wasn't stupid enough to believe Harold at this point. There was a weak voice in her heart that said that if she was taken away this night, her future was likely to be destroyed.

Harold ignored her screams. In front of the Aphrodite building late at night, not even a single passerby could be seen. 

When the man threw her into the backseat, she became even more panicked and tried to run away. "Let me out!!!"