The Forsaken Girl Returns with Power

Chapter 5 You are my woman.

Saul came in from the outside. After hearing it, he looked up at Marlene deeply, and stared at her for a long time before signing, "Yes, she is really similar to your sister. At that time, she was so quiet when she was sick, and even when she passed away, she was very elegant.”

"She was 21 when she died.” Speaking of this, Tristan's voice was particularly gloomy, as if he was pressing a certain emotion.

"This lady's general physical examination has been done. She has no infectious disease and no aggression. You can be with her, but please pay attention to your safety.” Saul reported, "In addition, she is not identified."

"It doesn't matter. A substitute doesn't need an identification."

Tristan disdained with a cold hum.

It seemed what they had mentioned probably was an ex-lover of him.

What was going on here? After an old lover with schizophrenia died, he found a 21-year-old mental patient to be an emotional substitute? Shit.

She could only be a substitute in her life, right?

After being a substitute of Selena, she continued to be a substitute of an ex-lover of the man

Marlene scolded a series of dirty words in her heart.

Tristan sat in front of her, took off his coat and threw it aside. He said coldly, "You go down first. I want to sleep here.”

"Yes."

Saul lowered his head, retreated two steps and then turned to go out.

Eh?

What did he mean by sleeping here?

What was the situation?

When she was thinking, Tristan suddenly raised his hand and patted her face, just like patting a small pet.

He stared at her with the corners of his eyes raised, looking lazy and crazy. "Remember, from today on, you are my woman." Marlene gave birth to boundless chills for no reason.

Why did she become his woman? What did this mean?

She suddenly became nervous.

Tristan sat in front of her, and his slender fingers began to untie the blue treasure buttons one by one. => He lifted‘his shirt and revealed his> well-defined muscles—he had very wellproportioned abs, whickrwas neither flabby nor over- exercised.

Oh, no.

In front of a “patient” with mental disorder, he suddenly took off his coat... Wasn't he a pervert, right? Stop that!

Tristan suddenly stood up. pulled down the belt around his waist without any hesitation.

Marlene's breathing was stagnant.

Quickly stop taking off!

As if to hear her inner roar, Tristan really didn't take off the clothes again. He just carried his shirt in his hand, and turned to walk towards the bathroom lazily.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Marlene immediately got up from the sofa—she had to escape from the place.

She went to the window and looked out. In the courtyard, several bodyguards were still standing there, with eye-catching pistols pinned around their waists.

Shit.

Marlene felt itreally tricky. When she was on the bony Island, there were no laws and moral constraints. => Many people could not restrain their physigtogical desires and raped: women, but they didn't dare to take advantage of her. Content be ongs

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She really didn't expect that the president of the first consortium had a cryptic addiction to mental patients. Damn it. She couldn't get out from the main entrance.

Marlene turned up and down in the foreign building, found a room, and reached out to push the window.

She loo eddown. From this angle, she could:jump to the fence firsts” and theitjumped down, which was not difficult. What was difficult was that She couldn't make a sound, or she would be caught back.at once.

Anyway, just give it a try.

Marlene gritted her teeth, climbed up the window with her hands and feet. As she just climbed up, there was a deep sound of footsteps outside the door.

Why did he take a bath so fast?

Marlene looked at the door in shock, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer...