The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 687 - 666: No Man That Cannot Be Conquered!

Chapter 687: Chapter 666: No Man That Cannot Be Conquered!

Once she thought it was Mario Jensen, but she never found that feeling in him, so she automatically assumed that the childhood dependency had just changed its flavor as they matured.

Now she’s sure; he’s not the same person!

"Ivy..."

Seeing Ivy Aretha lost in a trance, her gaze scattered on the bouquet of natural osmanthus flowers on the table, a faint sense of distance enveloped her - she seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

"Your top priority now is to take care of yourself during the pregnancy. If there’s anything you need help with, Michael will take care of it. If you want to find that little boy, you can ask Michael to help you find him too. I think..."

"Michael?"

When she heard Michael’s name, Ivy’s mind finally returned from its dazed state. This man had been imposing his presence on her since the beginning, not even giving her a chance to refuse him. She had always disliked this - yet, unexpectedly, it was not so annoying. Instead, her initial dependence turned into deep love, and now she could not bear to part with him.

Several times in her dreams, she saw him - even his childhood self. With this thought, Ivy’s heart skipped a beat, and an unrealistic idea suddenly swept across her mind. In the next moment, she almost excitedly asked Mario Jensen with her eyes wide open.

"Senior, let me ask you. You’ve lived in the same city with Michael since you were kids, and besides, there are only a few wealthy families in Andras City. You should have known each other since childhood, right? Or at least, you should have heard about his experiences when he was a child?"

Michael Gordon had lost his memory; he didn’t remember anything. Calvin Gordon would not tell her even if he knew, let alone Alya Larson, who had always claimed that Michael had loved her before losing his memory. There was no hope for any information from them.

"I don’t know much about it. The private lives of wealthy families are usually very secretive. Anything exposed to the public is often mixed with truth and lies, like Michael’s playboy reputation; only those who don’t exist or don’t care will be disclosed. The real deeds are never revealed!"

Money can suppress public opinion, and the media can hardly dig into the secrets and important information of wealthy families. The only things broadcasted are either good news willingly shared by their hosts or things their hosts don’t care about being used to make money.

Although they both came from wealthy families in the same city, the Jensen family and the Gordon family did not actually have much connection. Mario Jensen did not know much about Michael’s past.

"However, a few years ago, the media reported that Mr. Gordon’s favorite woman died when she was young, which led him to become decadent and change women like he was changing clothes, presenting the image of a playboy in front of everyone’s eyes."

Mario Jensen thought back and realized that this incident seemed to have spread after Michael Gordon lost his memory. Of course, this was just a speculation, as the outside world did not know about Michael’s memory loss. The media naturally could not know about such a big and dramatic event.

"You knew about this, right? This was why I was worried and opposed when I first saw you with Michael. His image was too ruined, but the facts proved that your judgment was better than mine, and now he has completely changed, like a different person!"

Ivy Aretha and Michael Gordon’s love story truly proved the saying that there are no men who cannot be tamed, only women who lack charm!

Mario Jensen paused for a moment and added, as if remembering something: "If your love story was as dramatic as a Taiwanese idol drama or Korean drama, he might be the very boy you met. In that case, your love story would be even more legendary than those in romance novels!"

"Mario, what are you talking about!"

Hearing Mario’s words, Lina Miller merely reached out and patted Mario Jensen’s arm, signaling him not to say such things. Just from Ivy’s expression, she could tell that her spirit seemed somewhat dazed. She had overheard Alya Larson’s provocation, as well as some rumors about the Orchid Kingdom.

If it was not an accident, Ivy Aretha might truly be a mixed-blood princess of the royal family.

With this thought, when Lina Miller looked at Ivy’s stunning face, she increasingly felt that it was due to the mixed-blood genes. The same went for Bianca’s soft, tender, and cute little face.

"Lina, I’m fine!"

Hearing Lina Miller’s coquettish reprimand of Mario Jensen, Ivy Aretha came back to her senses. "It might indeed be possible. Our fate was determined long ago. Otherwise, how could I have been so easily deceived by him?"

Recalling their initial encounter seven years ago, the dazzling, swaying figure on the street, for some inexplicable reason, she wanted to help and remind him to be careful. What’s funny is that she even believed a drunkard’s words and sent him home, only to become prey to him.

Looking back on it later, she always thought she’d been incredibly stupid. Now it seemed to be not so much stupidity than an inexplicable fate and dependency. Otherwise, she could not explain her idiotic actions in the past.

They sat in Osmanthus Manor for a while longer and quickly enjoyed their lunch there. It was not until Sienna Harrison called, saying she was coming to deliver wedding candies, that they decided to leave the manor.

"You guys wait here, I’ll go get the car. This way, you won’t have to walk!"

There was quite a distance from the manor entrance to the parking lot. Considering the two expectant mothers would have to walk for a long time, Mario Jensen decided to go to the parking lot and bring the car over, asking the two women to wait for him.

Fortunately, Ivy had her bodyguard with her, so there was no need to worry about them standing by the manor entrance alone.

"Go ahead, Michael should be here soon, too!"

Having come such a long way, Michael had already called to check in. In general, he preferred to pick her up himself in situations like this.

Since she was enjoying the happiness of being pampered by him, Ivy Aretha didn’t put up any pretense and let him come over.

The manor was huge, and the path from the entrance to the parking lot was long. It would take some time to walk there.

The osmanthus flowers at the entrance of the manor were particularly fragrant, and the two women couldn’t help but take pictures with their phones. Because they were both playing happily, the bodyguard didn’t want to follow too closely, so he maintained a distance of four or five meters from them.

That was because Ivy Aretha particularly disliked the feeling of being watched when she was having fun.

Ivy and Lina were taking pictures vigorously. Lina’s mood was also infected and brightened by Ivy’s cheerfulness. As the two women took selfies together, they hadn’t even pressed the shutter yet when...

A sharp, shrill voice interrupted them.

"Die!"

The piercing voice shook their eardrums. Before Ivy Aretha could even look up, she saw a woman wearing a scarf had come within a meter of her, brandishing a sharp dagger at her...