President's Contract Wife

The shrill engine reverberates through the quiet streets and the mad Lamborghini, like a runaway horse, rampages through the brightly lit streets. Pedestrians and vehicles are dodging. Screeching is all over the streets.

Rampaging Lamborghini stops in front of the "Night" bar. His tires screech against the ground. The men and women around are all jumbled with terror.

A woman in a tight black dress and her boyfriend just got out of the bar. They are almost hit by the Lamborghini and the woman screams into her boyfriend's arms. As he consoles his frightened girlfriend, the man swears, "Are you looking for death? Watch out!" The men is in flowers shirts dangled thick gold necklaces around his necks and points Lucien Gray with large gold rings in his finger.

Lucien Gray pushes open the door, with the air of an insufferable king. His cold face is even with a smile. But people feel a strong pressure as if the air around him is a few degrees below.

Step by step he walks slowly toward the flower shirt man. His voice is low but it is deterrent enough, "What did you say? I did not hear you. Say it again." The man in the flowers shirt is shocked by Lucien Gray's momentum. But his girlfriend is nearby and he has to pretend to be tough, "I ask you if you are looking for trouble!"

The words just fell and a heavy blow has hit his right face! A nosebleed comes out immediately. The screams, the alarms are everywhere and the scene is a mess.

Lucien Gray stands there alone. His long legs are folded proudly and stand steadily watching the scene.

His shoulder is patted gently, "Lucien, it is you. I wonder who dares break the scene in my place." A man with somewhat sinister features smiles at Lucien Gray seems familiar. Lucien Gray raises his eyebrows, "Peter Johnson, the state of guests in your bar is getting lower and lower."

Peter Johnson just smiles, "Let's go and have a drink. It has been a long time. They are here, too."

As soon as Lucien Gray comes in, the stars in the VIP box are excited! This is Lucien Gray, if one can get this golden lord, she will not have to worry about anything anymore.

One by one, they twist their waists toward Lucien Gray, as sitting directly on his lap. Lucien Gray takes off his coat, throws it casually on the sofa, loosens his tie, and orders the waiter to open one of the most expensive bottles of wine.

Peter Johnson lies in the pile of women and he suddenly frowns, "Lucien, what happens to your hand?"

"Oh, I broke it by accident." Says Lucien Gray faintly. But the pain at the bottom still cannot hide from Peter Johnson's eyes.

It seems that he broke it on he own. But what else in the world can make the arrogant president Gray self-mutilation? Peter does not feel right.

"Fiona, why do not you go with Mr. Gray?" Peter Johnson winks at Fiona Turner. Fiona Turner's film just won the international awards. She is the most popular one at the time.

The Night bar is so great. You can fine the most popular star and the most beautiful young model in the VIP box. The Johnson family has almost monopolized the domestic entertainment industry.