The billionaire's kick-ass wife novel (Isabella)

Chapter 911

The place where Marcus lived was on the flat floor of the river. The house price was frightening, but it was only one of the suite owned by Marcus. When Natalie visited for the first time and saw the panoramic view of the river from the floor-to-ceiling windows, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy, even entertaining the thought of pursuing a career in acting herself.

In this regard, Marcus just sneered, and his meaning was very obvious: You?

Natalie looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, confirming that she was still beautiful, so she belittled Marcus's malicious intention.

"You can live here." Marcus said lightly, "I'll be with the crew for a while. If I'm not wrong, we won't see each other for two months."

Natalie raised her eyebrows and said, "You lied to me again, didn't you? You haven't received the script recently. Which crew are you following?"

Speaking of this, she stood up and approached Marcus with a faint smile. "Second Brother, are you hiding from me? Am I so scary?"

Marcus's lips curled into a smile. "Aren't you scary?"

Upon hearing this, Natalie knew that he was going to turn the tables. He curled his lips and said, "Why do you care so much about that stab? What will it take for you to stop caring about it? Should I let you stab me back?"

She sighed. "It's not impossible. Come on."

II

." Marcus was furious. "Natalie!"

"Look at you." Natalie was not surprised that he would be angry. She reached out and patted his back, saying, "I told you to stab me back. If you don't do it, you will be angry again."

Marcus couldn't stand it anymore. He immediately stood up and was about to leave. Natalie pressed on his shoulder, pressed him down on the sofa, and sat on his side on his lap. He raised his eyebrows and said, "If you leave, what will happen if those killers break in?"

"..." Marcus said, "The security here is very good."

Natalie asked, "Can those old security guards fight with professional killers?"

"..." Marcus said coldly, "There are still my men outside. Don't worry. As long as you stay here and don't run around, no one can kill you."

Natalie raised her head and kissed the corner of Marcus's lips. "Thank you, Second Brother. Go and do your work."

Once again, it's this attitude of using and then discarding.

Marcus's eyes darkened a little. When he was about to stand up, he was pinned on the sofa. Natalie's

hair was in a mess, and there was a moment of confusion in his eyes.

Marcus pushed her long hair away and said, "Your 'thanks' is too light."

Natalie smiled and said, "What kind of gift do you want?"

Marcus lowered his eyes, and his fingertips swept across her beautiful eyes. Then, without warning, he bit her soft lips.

It was more like a bite than a kiss.

Natalie was pressed down, and she had no strength to resist. She felt like a fish on a chopping board, with no choice but to submit. It was only when the kiss was not initiated by her that she realized the feeling of dizziness, blurred vision, and breathlessness.

Not knowing how long it took, Marcus let go of her. There was an ambiguous silver line between their lips. He stretched out his thumb and wiped the corner of Natalie's mouth. He chuckled and said, "Weren't you very powerful just now?" S

Natalie's chest rose and fell violently. She squeezed out a smile and said, "Let me be above you. I am more powerful than you."

Marcus patted her cheek. "Think about it in your dream."

After that, he stood up again, as if he was not the one who had just pressed the girl and kissed her.

Marcus straightened his collar and said, "I have something to do, so I'll go first."

Natalie got up from the sofa and said, "Did you know that Sadie handed over Al 8?"