Krista's POV

The bar is full of noise and excitement. I am holding a goblet in my hand and looking at a pair of men and women who are surrounded and flattered by people not far away.

Listening to the flattery of people around me, I disdain it in my heart. Looking around the hall, I saw a lot of people, and suddenly there were two people that caught my attention. One of them is Cheney, the president of the Fischer Group, the business giant of the City A. The other one is Zaniyah, a great dancer and a big lady of the Brennan group also in City A.

The two people are good together and they are fine by the look on their faces. But in my eyes, those two people are just small people who are in alliance.

A moment later, the man put down his glass and took the lead in leaving the meeting place while the woman remained to talk with others.

When I saw it, I also put down my glass and followed the man. When he walked into the elevator, I quickly chased him in. He looked at me with his eyebrows curled, and his face was always cute. 

I pouted, "Future brother-in-law, I have something to talk to you about. Take me to your room."

"I had no time." he told me coldly. 

"It won't take long, I promise. In ten minutes, you will need me."

Cheney's POV

I looked at her face. The beauty of Krista is well known throughout the City A. In my eyes, women are not divided into beauty and ugliness, only lovable and annoying.

But the first time I met Krista at the Brennan family, I was amazed by her beauty. 

The elevator door opened on the 66th floor, and I went out, followed by Krista. 

I stood at the door of the elevator and looked down at her. "Even your sister can't come into this room. Are you sure you want to come in?"

She smiled seductively. "Of course."

I said nothing more and took her back to my room. She went to the wine cabinet to open the bottle of red wine, took two goblets, poured the wine in our glasses, and returned to me. She handed me one of the glasses. "I like drinking while talking about things."

I didn't take the glass of wine in her hand but took another one. She smiled, sat down against my body, took a sip of red wine, and didn't speak. I also took a sip afterward.

This woman, what is she going to do? I'm kind of curious. But only a few minutes later, I noticed something strange in my body.

I looked at her, swallowed my saliva calmly, and stared at the red wine glass in front of me. "Krista, you are brave enough to drug me."

She looked at me sideways and smiled, "Future brother-in-law, I am not daring, so I just told you in advance that you will need me ten minutes later."

Krista's POV

He doesn't love Zaniyah, I'm sure. But Zaniyah likes him very much, and I know it. The most important thing is this morning, I found the design drawing in my father's favorite book before his death. My father died unjustly, and only I can avenge him. That's why... I have to get this man today.

Cheney's POV

Feeling her stiffness on my body, I stopped and whispered in her ear, "Krista, I won't push anyone. If you don't want to, you can leave now." 

She smiled, wrapped around my neck, and spoiled, "How come? My future brother-in-law is so handsome, and everybody wants to sleep with you, which is probably the dream of all girls in this City."

I picked her up sideways and put her directly on the bed. I suddenly paused, I looked down at her and asked. "First time?"

She smiled. "Does it matter?"

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked her with a smile. 

She shrugged and said indifferently, "I have, but he was robbed by someone. By the way, how are you? How was the..."

I stopped her from talking and began to enjoy her wonderful body…

Krista's POV

At three o'clock in the morning, I was lying on the bed, tired. He was half lying-in bed and looked down at me. "Go ahead, what do you want?"

I raised my finger and gently poked him in the chest. "I want you to marry me."

"Dig your sister's corner? Aren't you afraid of being reviled?"

"What do I have to do with what others think of me?"

"Reason."

"For what reason?"

"The reason for wanting me to marry you."

"Reason..." I smiled lightly. "You know, I am the drag bottle brought into the Brennan family by my mother's remarriage. All the people in the Brennan family hate me. Since I am a nasty existence, shouldn't the nasty person do nasty things? Marrying you, don't wronged my reputation as a part of the family."

"If I marry you, will you bear the stigma with you? This is not a good deal."

"But... you seem to have no choice now."

He hooked his lips and looked at me calmly. "It seems that you have made other preparations." 

I raised my eyebrows, and my face was casual. "Today is my ovulation period, and you didn't do anything just now, did you?"

Cheney's POV

"Do you really think that children alone can threaten me? Krista, you are still too young." I laughed.

"I know that this matter is not enough to make you compromise. I have inquired that within the Fischer family, your cousins are coveting the Fischer Group. During this time, they are competing for the Dragon Bridge project in City A. What if I can help you win this project in advance and disgust those annoying 'Flies' in your family?"

That project, my good cousin Wyatt's old guy's team, they spent 20 days, and still failed to capture, but she dared to boast? Oh, it's getting more and more interesting.

"And if you can't?" I asked her with a curious face.

She replied immediately, "Then I'll let you sleep for nothing tonight. From then on, I promise not to pester you again. How about that?"

"Okay, deal, I'll only give you half a month, you know why?"

Krista's POV

Of course, I know, because half a month later, it will be his engagement ceremony with Zaniyah.

Although I'm still tired, I still sat up and picked up my clothes to wear. But he pulled me into his arms and said, "Are you leaving?"

"Now that what I want to talk about has been negotiated, I have no reason to stay."

I broke free from his arms and put on my clothes.

Cheney's POV

I raised my eyebrows and looked at her. I didn't realize before that she was such an interesting woman. Watching her pack up and walking to the door, I asked faintly, "Is it worth selling your body and sacrificing your marriage to make the Brennan family hate you?"

She held the hand of the doorknob, tightened it for a few minutes, did not answer, opened the door, and left.

Krista's POV

Out of the hotel, I took a cab and came to the Cross River Bridge site. The bridge has its own history, the bridge collapsed six years ago, and after that, it has been fixed. Compared with the newly built Cross River Bridge 100 meters away, its vicissitudes are very different.

I crossed the fence, walked to the bridge, gently stroked the ruins of the bridge, and then sat down slowly. I hummed the songs I used to sing with my father when I was young, and I remembered the proud look on my face when my father brought me here seven years ago.

On that day, I took my father's hand, and my father said to me, "Krista, have you seen this bridge? It will open to avoid the traffic tomorrow. With this bridge, people in the south of the Ovis River and the north of the Ovis River will not have to go around for another hour to reach the other side." This is the proudest achievement of my father in this life.

But a year later, my father was standing there, facing away from the collapsed bridge and saying to me, "Krista, you believe in Dad. Dad has been doing things openly and honestly in my life. I really have never been corrupt. I was wronged."

I opened my bag and dug out an original bridge design draft from several years ago. The data on this drawing is completely different from the drawing data issued by the Brennan Group when the accident happened six years ago.

My eyes are reddish, and my hand is tightly holding the edge of the drawing. "Dad, you can rest assured that your daughter has taken your mantle and become a bridge designer. Whether it is the Fischer group or the Brennan group that makes you take the blame, I will definitely investigate it clearly. I will avenge you. I will let people all over the world know that you are innocent, Dad, wait for me."

At 9:30 in the morning, I returned to the Brennan family, tired, and my body was about to fall in the next second. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zaniyah sitting on the sofa.

Zaniyah gave me an oblique note and sneered, "Hey, my dear stepsister, I didn't come home last night. I didn't go to meet your old lover. Didn't Matt just return home yesterday? I heard that he was kicked out but he has been pursuing you again."

I looked at her coldly and then smiled. "I went to meet my lover last night, but I'm not with Matt."

I took out my mobile phone, opened the photo album, and found a shameful video screenshot. I walked up to Zaniyah and showed it to her. Her face instantly became angry, and she raised her hand to slap me. "Bitch, how dare you seduce my man."

As soon as I grasped her wrist, I raised my chin and eyebrows to look at her. "Zaniyah, when you took Matt from me, didn't you say that everything that can be taken away doesn't belong to you? Today, I return this to you intact."

"Krista, you are such a bitch! Do you want me to tear your face?" Zaniyah lunged at me like crazy.

I was taller than Zaniyah. Although I was thin, I had great strength. With just a small force, I pushed Zaniyah down on the sofa. Zaniyah's roar attracted Delia into the room. Delia ran out, stood in front of Zaniyah, and slapped me without hesitation.

They look at each other.

 I called her, "mom..."

"Don't call me mother, I don't have a heartless daughter like you."

I was stunned. "I have no conscience?"

"I heard what you just said, Krista. When your father made a mistake and risked his own life, he left us, girls, to bear the fingers of others."

My mother continued talking. "Over the years, Brent and Zaniyah didn't dislike us, took us in, and protected us all the time. You! You don't know how to be grateful but also rob your sister's fiancé. You know how much your sister cares about Cheney. How can you do this? I... How can I raise you as a wolf with unscrupulous eyes?"

Listening to what my biological mother said, I took a step back and kept a distance from my mother. "Oh, mom, in your eyes, I am a supercilious wolf, okay, I get it. Then I, a supercilious wolf, will take this reputation seriously. I will move out of the Brennan family today and wish you a happy family."

I glanced at my mother coldly, turned, and walked out. Zaniyah suddenly reacted and hurried around Delia, blocking my way. "You are not allowed to leave. You can make it clear to me what this photo is all about."

I raised my eyebrows. "What can it be? What you think is the same as what you see."

After Zaniyah gritted her teeth for a moment, her expression finally calmed down, stared at me, and said, "Shameless bitch, you listen to me, Cheney is mine, and we are going to be engaged soon. I can understand that men, especially men with status do bad things, spend a lot of money before engagement. After all, I have seen many things, but you can't expect that you can rely on this sleep to get to the top. Even if you pass my level, you can't pass the Fischer family level. Cheney is not a superficial man."

I disdain to smile, is marrying her superficial? I stretched out my hand over Zaniyah and walked out with my head held high. It's not up to her to decide whether she will be superior or not.

Leaving the Brennan family, I stopped a taxi. In the car, I took out my wallet and took out a family photo. The photo shows when I was admitted to the university at the age of 18. In the photo, the three of us are laughing so happily like we have no problem. Oh, how happy we were in the past, and now I am disappointed.

Dad always said that in this world, his favorite woman was my mother, and his second favorite was me, his precious daughter. But after my father left, within a hundred days, his favorite woman remarried to Brent.

After remarriage, my mother was like a different person. I can understand the humbleness of my mother as a second wife, but as a wife, my mother should know my father better than anyone else. My father died in vain. Even if people all over the world poked him in the spine, she shouldn't believe him.

After all, they have been in the same bed for twenty years. I closed my eyes, breathed, stuffed the photo back into my wallet, took out my mobile phone, and dialed a number.

Cheney's POV

I flipped through the papers in my hand and said, "Go ahead, what can I do for you?"

"Tonight, Mr. Kingston of the Irwin Group, the bidder for the Dragon Bridge project, is hosting a charity dinner. We can't miss this opportunity."

I raised my eyebrows. "You can't miss it. Whether the Dragon Bridge project is answered or not does not affect the Fischer group."

Krista's POV

This... I'm noncommittal. With the wealth and power of the Fischer group in City A, indeed, I cannot pay attention to the Dragon Bridge project, and even with the stand in Cheney's position, I should wish the Dragon Bridge project would fail so that his family's bitter rivals can be lost without a single soldier.

I gave him a big smile, "Then, please bother my future brother-in-law to accompany me."

"You are really flexible in order to marry me."

"Doesn't it be your merchant's belief to do whatever it takes to achieve your goal?" I clenched my teeth at the thought of my father's grievances.

"That's yours, not mine."

I smiled softly. "No matter who it is, for the sake of my heart, can you go with me, please.?"

"At five o'clock, come to the company to find me."

I hung up the phone, found a hotel nearby and slept in bed. The mobile phone alarm clock rang at four o'clock in the afternoon, and I got up. After a simple wash, I left the hotel to buy clothes and make-up.

I took a taxi to the door of the Fischer group, but I didn't come in. I just called Cheney. As if on purpose, he didn't arrive late until six o'clock.

Seeing him appear, my serious face suddenly changes into a smiling face. "Future brother-in-law, you are late."

"Are you angry?" He raised his hand and naturally pinned the broken hair on my forehead to my ear.

I stared slightly and smiled, "No, let's go."

When he opened the door of his special car and was about to enter, Cheney naturally pushed me down in the back seat and coldly said to the driver, "You get off first."

I frowned slightly, "Hey, what are you doing?"

He leaned over and bullied me. "What do you think I will do in this position?"

"This is the gate of your company."

"So?"

Not giving me a chance to speak, he bowed his head and kissed my lips. I stretched out my hand against his shoulders and opened my face to avoid his kiss.

He hooked his lips. "Why now, don't you want me to accompany you to dinner?"

I used to look at him with a serious face, always looking like he refused people thousands of miles away, and thought he was difficult to do. Without thinking, he is just like other men, but he is just a vulgar thing.

"We're going to be late."

"So what?"

"If I don't come to dinner tonight in time, my plan will fail. Failure means that you won't marry me. In this case, I naturally have no reason to contribute my body to you, do I?"

Cheney's POV

This woman is beautiful, brave, and resourceful. For the first time, I felt that it was fun to compete with smart women.

Getting up from her, she fell down the window, and let the driver drive the car to our destination. When we arrived at the banquet hotel, we went upstairs together, and watched her gracefully take out the invitation from her bag. I hooked my lips. "It seems that I underestimate you."

She sipped her lips. "Then you are wrong, you don't know me very well. It is natural to underestimate me. After all, compared with you, I am really small in the dust."

As soon as I entered the banquet hall, someone greeted me and talked with me.

Krista's POV

My eyes swirled around the venue and then fell on Uncle Kingston, the president of the Irwin Group, who was surrounded by the crowd.

I walked by Cheney's arm and waited outside the crowd until the person in front had finished talking with Uncle Kingston.

"Hello, Uncle."

Kingston saw me and was surprised. "Krista? Why are you here?"

"Uncle Kingston, I asked Lockie for an invitation without telling you. I was rashly disturbed. I hope you don't mind."

"Why," Kingston said, stepping forward and tapping me on the shoulder then continued talking. "I just want to meet you these days."

Seeing that he turned his attention to Cheney, I quickly introduced them. They shook hands and talked a few words.

I bit my lip and said, "Uncle, can I... talk to you alone?"

Kingston nodded. "Go and sit in the lounge with me."

I turned to look at Cheney and walked into the lounge with Kingston. After sitting down, I took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Kingston, there's something I want to ask you."

Kingston sighed and said to me, "Krista, today, when I saw you bring Cheney, I knew what you wanted to do. I know that you found something to prove your father's innocence, but you have to understand that finding the murderer is far from as simple as you think. The Fischer group or the Brennan group can't let you have sex?"

I looked at him. "Uncle, no matter how difficult this road is, I must finish it. I don't want my dad to lift his head underground. I am his daughter. I am the only one who can help him clear his grievances. I have decided and will never change my mind."

When I came out of the banquet hall with Kingston, I saw Cheney with an extra female companion. It was none other than Zaniyah, who had just clashed with me this morning. I didn't expect to meet her here.

Cheney looked at me and raised his eyebrows, while Zaniyah glared at me. When I saw her appearance, I couldn't help laughing and turned to Kingston. "Uncle, do you think I am a good match for Cheney?"

Kingston looked at me and said, "Girl, that man's heart is not in you."

"But his heart is also not in Zaniyah's body. I have the same starting line as Zaniyah," I smiled faintly and continued talking. "Uncle, you should be busy and wait for my good news."

After I ended our conversation, I stepped towards them. When Zaniyah took Matt, he said to me, "Krista, even if you are beautiful, as long as I am with you, you will never be the focus of men's eyes. This is the gap between you and me. You will always be my loser stepsister."

It is said that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Today, I will beat Zaniyah in the face.

When I walked to both of them, I waved to Zaniyah and smiled, "Sister, why are you here?"

Zaniyah frowned. "I am expected to be here! How about you? Why are you here?"

"Yes, my sister is a well-known good person, but where donations are needed, how can you be missing?" I smiled at her.

Zaniyah raised her eyebrows proudly. "You haven't said, why are you here? Maybe, I heard that your boyfriend Matt will come here today, so you followed him?"

I sipped my lips and smiled. "Sister, is my memory bad, or do you have a bad memory? Four years ago, when Matt was in contact with me, he cheated on you and gave up on me?"

Zaniyah disdained to smile, "Krista, this can't be said nonsense. Matt did chase me when he was with you, but I'm not the kind of woman who would rob a sister's boyfriend. I told him early in the morning that it's impossible for me and him. Besides, Matt is not my type at all. The person I like is the person in front of me." She said, taking Cheney's arm conveniently.

I looked at Zaniyah, and she wanted to beat up because her past relationship was groundless? Zaniyah is a real thief, but it doesn't hurt.

"I see. Four years ago, Matt, in order to save me, proved that you took the initiative to seduce him, and sent me a video to say something. That video can prove that at the beginning, you first went to the room you agreed on, and he was invited by you."

Zaniyah raised her chin and pretended to be calm. "Matt is disgusting. How would I seduce him? He used some computer-generated video to frame me."

"Sister, it doesn't matter, the video can be sent for identification. If it really proves that Matt made a fake and deliberately framed you, you can sue him."

Zaniyah looked at me, her eyes fiercely, and I knew she was trying to warn me to shut up. But I am no longer the fool who could make do with my mother's happiness in the Brennan family.

I said indifferently, "I was disgusted and didn't watch the video. Since you said so, looking back, I really have to take a good look at this video. Oh, by the way, why don't I send the video to you and my future brother-in-law? You can identify it yourself. To be honest, I also want to see the love rat get the punishment you deserve."

"Come on, don't talk about this useless thing. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Didn't my future brother-in-law tell you? I came with him to do business," I said, looking at Cheney. "Future brother-in-law, it's done, but now we have to hurry back and deal with the contract."

"Yes."

Zaniyah said, "Cheney, I want to go too."

Without waiting for me to say anything, Cheney said coldly, "I'm not allowing anyone to be disturbed when I work."

Zaniyah was silent at that moment without moving her body.

Cheney and I walked to the door together. When Zaniyah could still hear, I deliberately took Cheney's arm and said, "Cheney, I quarreled with my mother and ran away from home. I have no place to live these days. Please take me with you for a few days."

After I said those words, I glanced at Zaniyah defiantly. Unsurprisingly, her face was full of uneasiness, anger, and unwillingness. Out of the hotel, I got into Cheney's car.

Less than two kilometers away, I saw a small restaurant that was still open by the roadside. I was busy looking then told the driver, "Sir, please pull over and I will get off."

The driver did, and when the car stopped, I turned to Cheney and said, "Cheney, let's call it a day, the contract for the Dragon Bridge project is done. I'll come to your company tomorrow during working hours to talk about it."

He looked at me. "Are you ordering me?"

"Of course not, I think it's getting late..."

"You just said that I should take you in for a few days."

"You didn't answer, I thought you refused. I have already figured out where to live now."

He leaned close to me with an evil face. "Come to me."

"But I already have a place to live."

"Krista, do you think you can pass to me easily? When you use me, you talk nonsense, and when you don't use me, you just kick it away?"

He grabbed me by the wrist, pulled me into his arms, and whispered in my ear, "I'm still waiting to see your performance in bed tonight."

I was embarrassed. "Not tonight."

"Whether it's okay or not, it's not up to you. Since the project of the Dragon Bridge has been discussed, then you are my person. To be my woman, you must fulfill your obligations, understand?"

My heart is tight. Lockie is right. This man is a wolf. He can't be provoked.

"Drive."

Cheney walked away from me and gave the driver a cold command.

I stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, I'm hungry. I want to eat something before I go."

"Go back to the hotel, and someone will prepare dinner for you."