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... was no need to bring any luggage, and there was a brand new one in the new house. This kind of efficiency is truly worthy of being a state teacher who is under the power of ten thousand people.

The house is located in a high-end residential area not far from the company. Inside is a series of private Chinese-style villas. The design of the pavilions, small bridges and flowing water is called Han Yun.

He got out of the car at the gate of the community, swiped in, holding one evil do ...

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“You going through this marriage with me might as well be like you digging your own grave. Because the moment you start to want more from me, I will divorce you. And the moment you break your promise and try to fight me… I will ruin you and break you apart completely. Mercilessly. You will regret ever meeting this devil tonight.” His threat was given in the same soft but cold voice.

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But no matter what he says now, it would still not change her decision. She truly had no other choice.

“I understand now…” she said quietly, steeling herself. “Since you don't trust that I will keep my word, how about we do this? You prepare the divorce documents beforehand now and I'll sign it. That way, once you decide to divorce me in the future, the papers would already have been signed and there would be no way I can trouble you about it. You would just need to send it to the lawyers and have it notarized.”

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“I'm at a loss for words, Princess Izabelle.” He looked wickedly amused. But then he started nodding in approval. “Fine, princess. I will marry you.”

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