In the notebook, it was clearly written that her mother was the only daughter of the Wright Family, an imperial plutocrat, but she fell in love with her father. The love of the wrong family is not blessed by the elders. They eloped and established the Richard Group. Her mother's father, her grandfather, has always been concerned about them, and without the Wright Family's help, the Richard Family would not have risen so quickly over the years. When her father learned that he was ill and that Alex Brown was ambitious, he wrote an email to her grandfather, asking him to send her out of the country. But before the mail could be sent, her father had passed away. Joe Wright and her grandfather found out about it after she went to prison. It was too late. The Wright Family had to use all their connections to get her out of jail. Then Joe Wright stepped in to overturn her case and return her to freedom. Ten minutes passed. Emma Rosy gave Joe Wright the notebook whose handwriting had disappear
"No way!" Alex Brown refused categorically. But Emma Rosy looked like she didn't care, and spread her hands: "Brother Alex, I'm sorry, I don't accept such a divorce agreement, I suggest you discuss with my lawyer the distribution of the couple's common property after our divorce." "Emma Rosy-!" Alex Brown was furious. Was she challenging his patience ? Looking at the furious Alex Brown, Emma Rosy was filled with sadness, but with a little pleasure. "Brother Alex, I remember you and Marisa Darcy together counted as marital infidelity, when I was pregnant, and I remember you had children, do you think, if I sue for divorce, you will lose?" Alex Brown stared into Emma Rosy's eyes, she still had the same smile. Strong, stubborn, determined. They had a one-year marriage and decades of childhood memories, but now, it seems that he has never really known the woman in front of him. Alex Brown hooked his lips: "Even if you get Richard's back, so what?" A convicted woman, Richard's can only be
Emma Rosy snapped open her clarifying eyes and suddenly turned her head, her fingers gripping Marisa Miller's wrist: "Marisa Miller, you have driven me to the brink, what more do you want to do?" Because of her pregnancy, she avoids emotional ups and downs as much as possible. But at this moment, Emma Rosy couldn't care less. Marisa Darcy smiled. She broke Emma Rosy's fingers from her wrist one by one: "Emma Rosy, it's not that I want to push you to the edge, it's Alex, who won't let you go." "... Alex Brown." Emma Rosy mumbled, her eyes darkened. Marisa Darcy leaned close to her ear, repeating the words over and over as if hypnotized: "Emma Rosy, remember, it's Alex who hates you, and he wants you dead." "He hates me... hates me ......" Emma Rosy was like a lost child, not knowing what to do, hugging her body tightly in an attempt to draw a glimpse of warmth in this cold winter. "It hurts, my stomach hurts..." The pain coming from her belly made Emma Rosy gradually lose conscious
Today, Alex went to see Emma Rosy. He must have something to do with Emma Rosy. Alex Brown did not perceive Marisa Miller's difference, reached out and touched Marisa Miller's long, wet hair: "Go home, I still have to have my secretary prepare the divorce papers with Emma Rosy." "Alex ......" Marisa Darcy looked at him incredulously. "Okay, let's go home." Whatever happened to Emma Rosy and Alex, as long as Emma Rosy was completely out of Alex's world. So what if she acts like an idiot for a while. As long as he still loved her. Alex Brown felt the warmth of his palm, but the smile of another girl came to his mind and lingered. He pulled Marisa Darcy into the car and called the police to clean up the mess. It rained hard for five days before it stopped. After the rain came sunshine, Emma Rosy looked at the divorce papers handed to her by Ken Cotillard, Alex Brown' secretary, with the familiar handwriting of Alex Brown' signature on the man's side, which made her eyes hurt. Emma Rosy
Emma Rosy raised her little face and interrupted Joe Wright with red eyes. She must be strong for her child in the belly. Joe Wright looked at her seriously: "You pay attention, this phone, whether to use the evidence in court is up to you." "......" Emma Rosy struggled for a long time. She closed her eyes and said slowly, "Can you appeal without this?" Emma Rosy smiles wryly. No matter what Alex Brown does to her, she can't bear to really hurt him. Joe Wright's eyes, like the ocean, looked into Emma Rosy's face for a long moment and said, "Okay, I remember that." The phone was just a device he used to test Emma Rosy. Oh, he didn't realize that this stupid woman still cared so much about Alex Brown. The appeal was on Christmas Day, December 25th, Emma Rosy's 21st birthday. She sat beside Joe Wright in the court . Alex Brown sat in the dock, dressed in formal clothes, and his eyes, as they passed over Emma Rosy, were fierce and cold. Emma Rosy swallowed the pain from the tip of her h
Marisa Miller's heart suddenly darkened. Then she smiled again. "Well, I guess our wedding will be like that?" Alex Brown was shocked and then smiled gently. "If you want anything, I'll give it to you," he said. "What about a grand wedding ceremony?" "Alex, you're so good to me." They walked away together Emma Rosy holds her hand to her belly as she stares at Alex Brown' back. After today, probably they will never see each other again. Joe Wright looks at Emma Rosy as Alex Brown leaves with red eyes, like she's about to burst into tears. Joe Wright suddenly said, "What are you looking at? Alex Brown and his fiancee have left. Please clean up immediately. "Who says I'm looking at him, I can't look at the scenery?" Emma Rosy responded to Joe Wright's words with some stubbornness, but her red eyes and white face betrayed her mood at the moment. Joe Wright was not angry. He took off the wire-frame glasses from his face and stared at Emma Rosy with dark blue eyes."Well, no," he says, "th
The dark space is suddenly filled with light. Emma Rosy looks at the familiar Italian leather shoes and says, "Joe... Save me,..." But it was Alex Brown, and Emma Rosy froze in her tracks. Alex Brown. Why is he here? The man who had been trying to get in trouble with Emma Rosy saw Alex Brown arrive. He quickly said respectfully, "Mr. Brown, why are you here?" Alex Brown was angry and his face sullen. He looked at Emma Rosy, his eyes were cold. "What are you still doing sitting on the floor? Shall I help you?" "......" Emma Rosy stood up against the wall and followed Alex Brown out of the interrogation room into a room. Alex Brown reached out and pinched her chin. "Emma Rosy, won't you ever have a day of peace?" If he hadn't gone back to see her for a while, he wouldn't have known she was in trouble again. Emma Rosy, listening to Alex Brown, sneered, "Isn't this what you want me to be?" Alex Brown suddenly thought of "Joe" as he walked in, his eyes turning cold. "You like Joe Wright?
Alex Brown grunted coldly and didn't say anything, looking at Emma Rosy with disgust in his eyes. "Hey, I didn't expect Emma to be able to be hit so hard, this time, I'm afraid no one can help her." Marisa Darcy said with some regret, but inside her heart she was laughing coldly. "This is what she deserves." Alex Brown said disgustedly, his face revealed some impatience. "Alex, do you hate her that much?" As if to prove something, Marisa Darcy asked with some uncertainty, and just as she asked the question, the whole thing came back to her with remorse. "of course I do!" Alex Brown' voice was tinged with anger. "Alex ......" Marisa Darcy moved closer to Alex Brown and leaned into his arms, her head on his chest, her arms around him, her voice soft, "It's over , let's go back, okay?" "Okay." Alex Brown frowned and pulled Marisa Darcy away from him, resting one hand on her slender waist as he left the hospital room. Marisa Darcy leaned almost half of her body on Alex Brown' body and