My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

Frans nurtured Mellisa in this way, saying that his love was sincere.

He just selfishly wanted to make Mellisa his puppet. If anything happened in the future, Mellisa's identity would be a bargaining chip for him!

Leonard's breathing was unstable, and his fingertips trembled slightly as he pulled a cigarette out of his trouser pocket.

He was suddenly very grateful for the blessing of fate, because if not for that coincidence, he would never have met Mellisa.

This is fate and luck.

... 

In the waiting room, after Leonard left, Frans took a deep breath.

He relaxed his palm, and pulled out the shards from his hand without changing his face. "Jean, I've shown my sincerity, how about you?"

"What do you want?"

Frank pressed his lips together. The bloody piece of glass was thrown onto the table. "I have no intention of going against you, but you have disrupted my life, and I want you to restore all things you have ruined. You and I are both in the domestic business field, and I don't want anything from you. I just want you to promise!"

"Today, I have told you everything about Mellisa, and I want to emphasize that the matter will end in this place. Jean, you've investigated me, and you should know what I've been doing all these years."

"Even though I'm not a good person, I've never done anything that is really against the law. At most, only minor offenses I did. But I can't fault it, living on the border between countries is hard."

After he finished speaking, Jean's thick pupils narrowed slightly. "What promise do you want?"

Frans said earnestly in an instant, "In regards to saving Mellisa, you won't do anything to me in the future. It's not difficult, is it? You are still the young master of a big family in Surabaya, whereas I am in the jade industry."

"No matter what Mellisa did for me, I saved her life. Without me, she would have died five years ago! I believe you are capable of destroying everything I have, but Jean, you should also know one thing…"

"In this world, good and bad are just a matter of opinion. If you get in my way again in the future, do you think I will give up? I believe that the data you investigated is sufficient to prove that I cannot be touched by just anyone. Besides, if something were to happen to me, many people would be willing to eliminate the problem for me. Therefore, from now on, I hope we have nothing to do with each other. This promise shouldn't be difficult for you!"

After that, Jean didn't speak and just looked at him deeply with cold eyes.

Seeing this, Frans licked the corners of his dry mouth and smiled, "You don't need to doubt my intentions, you won't get anything for killing me. Instead, I prefer to call this a transaction. Even though I've done a lot of bad things, at least I'm a person who always keeps my word."

"So if I say that I will let go of this matter, I will definitely let it go. If it's not enough, I could make another deal with you. It was my recklessness that the Widjaya family got poor quality items back then. After today, I will send the jewelry back to the Widjaya family as compensation, this sincerity should be enough."

"Jean, I have no intention of threatening you, but I am the one who licks the blood on the edge of the knife, and it is not easy for me to be where I am today. Even if you can cover the sky with one hand, it's hard to guarantee the sky will remain peaceful forever. Rather than making me an enemy, I prefer to make peace with those who are less than happy with me. Maybe we can meet again if you need my help in the future."

At this time, Jean slightly lifted his thin lips, and sighed lightly. "Before I give you my promise, there is someone who wants to see you!"

Frans frowned. "Who?"

As the voice fell, there was a sound of soft footsteps coming from the direction of the bar counter in the lounge. "Me!"

Mellisa looked impressive in her bartender costume, she walked from the direction of the bar to where the two of them were.

Not far behind her stood Clifford in a black suit.

When Frans first saw Mellisa, his bloody palms curled up tightly again.

Perhaps he had never thought of meeting her in such a situation, and there was clearly a hint of panic in his eyes.

Frans secretly suppressed his thoughts and turned his head to look at the opposite Jean with some reluctance. "Why let her come..."

For years, he had been hiding behind the scenes, and he didn't want Melisa to know what's inside his head.

At that moment, Jean noticed Frans' slightly irritated look, and said lightly, "That restless feeling has been residing inside her for so long, and I've always wanted to give her a chance to meet you to learn the truth."

Frans pressed the corners of his lips and didn't say anything.

Jean slowly stood up. "After talking to her, I will give you the promise you want!"

Hearing this, Frans's eyes blinked, but he didn't argue.

Before Jean left the room, he looked at Clifford for a moment. The man then nodded respectfully.

His only job tonight was to protect Melisa's safety.

After a while, Melisa stood on the bench. In front of the table, her eyes were a little uncertain when he saw Frans  under the dim light. Her expression was a little unreal.

Frans didn't see her figure, his eyes were still on his bloody palms, and his mouth ridiculed her. "You're pregnant, don't stand for too long, have a seat!"

Melissa's eyebrows suddenly shot up, and as she sat down, her eyes turned cold. She narrowed her eyes. "Martin and Herri… you arranged for them to be by my side?"

She had been hiding behind the bar from the start, so every word she spoke clearly sounded in her ears.

After five years had passed, she only discovered that everyone she met along the way was arranged by this man.

Mellisa doubted herself more than once, was she too stupid or Frans' methods were too cruel?

She never thought that Frans would find out about her condition and whereabouts through the people around her.

Frans pulled the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, he didn't see Mellisa from start to finish.

Hearing her question, his fist loosened slightly, his eyebrows raised and his lips lifted. "Yes, what else do you want to ask?"

Mellisa sat across from him, breathing shakily. "How did you know I was pregnant?"

She didn't even tell Lilia about this, except for the doctor who examined her at the time.

Not to mention that she and Frans had never met once, so she couldn't believe that the man could see her pregnancy.

When Mellisa finished speaking, Frans did not immediately answer.

He rubbed the bloodstains on his finger with his fingertips before he chuckled softly. "Initially, I didn't want you to give birth to this child… But I felt it was too cruel so I asked Doctor Verdy to tell me about your pregnancy."

He knew everything about Melissa, and of course he would not miss anything, not even when Mellisa quietly went to the hospital for examination.

At this time, Mellisa's breath suddenly became faster. "Are you not tired of doing so many arrangements? You saved me back then, and if you didn't do me this way, I should be very grateful to you. But you…"

"Mellisa!" Frans interrupted as he got emotional.. "No matter how many things I did, I saved your life. That's an undeniable fact! Instead of thanking me, you came to question me? Do you think it's appropriate?"