My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

After that, Frans raised his eyelids and looked at her with a cold gaze. "It's very difficult for me to understand what's going on inside your head. Did I hurt you? Have I ever touched you? On the contrary, not only have I never hurt you, I protected you as well. What right do you have that you dare to come and ask me with such a look?"

"Melissa, you just said that I saved you back then, and if I hadn't set you up, are you sure you would thank me? Have you ever thought that maybe, if I didn't take you at that time, would you still be alive?"

"Have you forgotten? There were 2 members of your family who wanted your life. If you just went back to your family, are you sure you could still survive? I saved you and you said I had used you, but what's the difference now? Did you ask Jean to interrogate me and get more information? Or were you asked by Leonard?"

Frans spoke eloquently, and his words left Mellisa speechless at this moment.

When Frans saw Mellisa's stupid expression with his own eyes, a satisfied grin appeared on his face.

He lowered his palms slowly, and the agonizing pain made him raise his eyebrows.

After a while, he bent his fingers and tapped them on the table. "Mellisa, in this world, everyone has the right to ask me the truth of that year. But you don't! Even if we are not related anymore, you still have to remember that it was Frans Ruihan who saved your life!"

"Don't look at me with an indifferent look. Just think, how could you be without me today? It's you who betrayed me so many times! Melisa, anyone can hate me, but you have no right!"

Frans was full of anger, his fierce appearance was like an animal ready to pounce.

No one could understand his current mood, and no one could understand how he felt about Mellisa!

But it was all over!

Since they would be strangers from now on, why should he think of her again?

It's absurd, isn't it!

For a long time, Melissa did not speak, and her eyes were fixed on Frans' figure.

Only after the bartender sends a glass again, Melissa returns to her senses with a faltering breath, and her voice hoarse. "Why can't I hate you? Herri... he died because of you! You sent me to your base with the excuse of training me, but actually, I'm just a tool in your eyes. Frans, I have the right to hate you for the rest of my life because you dared to attack those I hold dear!"

After hearing this, Frans' eyes filled with ridicule as he sneered. "Who told you that Herri is dead? Melissa, don't be so confident. Everything you see is just an illusion I want you to see. Think about it. If I keep quiet, you won't even notice your pregnancy."

"Herri isn't dead…?" Mellisa's vacant eyes were filled with incredible shock.

She clearly saw Herri getting hit by a car, and she personally arranged his funeral.

In the end, was this another scheme that Frans also arranged for her?

Which one is true?!

Frans took a sip of his red wine, his eyes fixed on Mellisa's face through the rim of the glass. The next second, he lowered his head, covering all the emotions in his eyes, and drank all the red wine in one fell swoop.

Then he looked at Melissa and said coldly, "Go away. From now on, I don't want to see you again. Including everyone you've known during those 5 years…. None of them has anything to do with you from now on. Whatever questions are still on your mind… don't bother to ask." 

"Mellisa, you just need to remember that you owe me your life. But I don't need you to pay for it!"

At this moment, Mellisa looked at Frans coldly. Her face and mood were calm, but there was no relief as she had imagined.

None of the scenarios the man devised happened.

And he kept repeating the words that said he saved her life.

Regardless of the reason, regardless of his original intention, Mellisa was able to live thanks to him!

The woman stood without saying a word, concentrating on Frans' indifferent face. Before turning around, she said, "Thank you for saving me back then, and thanks for your blunder at the bar back then. Without it, I would never have met Leonard!"

Frans raised his eyes suddenly, a chill spread throughout his body.

Sowing salt in his wounded heart, Mellisa attacked him!

'Mellisa, you really are heartless….!'

He watched Mellisa's slender figure walk through the bar and gradually move away from his field of vision.

Those eyes still seemed eager to see her figure, but the woman's shadow had disappeared forever.

What can he do?

Frans was born in an orphanage, without a father and mother. He was poor and lived in hardship since childhood. After suffering, he specifically pursued the dignity that money brought.

No one loved him, so he never knew how to love someone.

It was a deliberate attempt to save Mellisa, but in subsequent observations, he felt that Mellisa was the same type of person as him.

Neither of them was loved and cared for by their families. When a person walks and stops in a world that goes on, regardless of hatred, there is loneliness in their heart.

Therefore, he was sure that he would hug Mellisa one day.

Unfortunately, the method he used was wrong from the start.

At this moment, Frans lowered his head and sat alone.

It was all over, but luckily, Jean agreed to his promise.

After today, he would still be known as Frans, a tycoon in the jade industry.

Losing Mellisa was no big deal.

At least, he still keeps the riverside building in Jakarta.

It was real estate in his name. When he found out that Mellisa was planning to buy a house, he allowed his subordinates to sell it at a low price.

Perhaps the only bond between them in the future is that Mellisa still has a small house by the river isolated from the world.

...

That night, before leaving the Shangri-La Hotel, Frans came to the balcony outside his room.

When the moonlight shone in the sky, he looked at the man in front of him, and when he stretched out his hand saying, "Young master Jean, I hope that… we are not enemies in the future."

Jean lowered his eyes, his thin lips slightly to the side, and she reminded him in a low tone as he shook hands with him. 

"Mr. Frans, honesty is the most important thing if we want to do business for a long time. Shortcuts may seem easy, but they are bad business and full of danger." 

Hearing this, Frans was dumbfounded for a moment, then he shook his head and laughed. "I'll take your advice."

Their eyes met and when they finished shaking hands, the man added, "I've contacted your co-workers, they'll call you the next day. For the compensation you mentioned earlier, my family's jewelry shop will process it and sell it, and I will return 30% of the proceeds from the sale."

"In addition, I will give you three colleagues in a diamond mining area in South Africa. The domestic jade market is saturated. If you're interested, it is better to investigate the overseas diamond market. There may be an unexpected advantage."

At this time, the smile on the corner of Frans' mouth gradually hardened.

Jean didn't say goodbye to him.. He only nodded slightly, then walked towards the elevator.