Mr.CEO's Adorable Wife Turns the Tables

"Mr. Mo!" The boss of the underground moneylender immediately rose from his seat, bowing and scraping to the newcomer.

The man was very tall, at least one hundred and eighty-six centimeters. His entrance was like that of an ancient emperor, proud and disdainful of everyone. Not only was his presence intimidating, but even his well-defined features seemed a masterpiece of God, precise and extraordinarily handsome.

He was the Crown Prince of the Mo family, a legend in the business world. Rumors had it that he mixed with both the lawful and the lawless, a character both respected and feared to the extreme.

Mo Siluo's deep black eyes casually swept over the woman, his chin lifted, his gaze haughty.

As soon as the woman saw him, it was as if she was looking at her nemesis, and she immediately became hysterical, "Mo Siluo, you bastard!"

The man strode closer, scanning her from head to toe, his brows lightly furrowed, "Look at you, your presence is ruining my appetite!"

"Mr. Mo, I'll have someone clean her up shortly," the moneylender boss hastened to interject.

"Spit, beast!" The woman glared at the man, loathing in her spit.

The man wasn't angry. The corners of his attractive thin lips curved slightly, "You should be aware that you can't escape! After all the trouble, don't you still have to obediently come back to me?"

"In your dreams!"

"That mouth of yours is quite something..." The man's brows quirked as he reached to touch the woman's lips but then stopped short, disgusted, "You owe the underground moneylender a debt which, with compounded interest, must be over three million by now. Your life might not be worth much, but your son..."

"Mo Siluo, you son of a bitch! I won't let you lay a finger on him!" The woman's furious eyes bulged, as if she was ready to devour him.

The man laughed, a smile so captivating, yet to the woman, it was the epitome of a demon's grin.

"Tell me, what's more important, your son's father or your body? Your death is trivial, but what about your father? To die on the streets due to lack of money for his treatment, how pitiful! And your son will become an orphan, vulnerable to being bullied by other children. Whether he can grow up safely is still an uncertainty!"

"Despicable! Shameless!" The woman ground her teeth with hatred.

Glancing at his watch, the man spoke unhurriedly, "I'll give you one day to think it over, tomorrow, the usual place, I'll be waiting for you. Remember to clean yourself up before you come; I can't muster any interest with you looking dirty!"

"Beast! Why don't you go to hell!" The woman screamed furiously at the man's retreating back, shouting like a shrew.

"Your son, I'll take care of him for a few days!" After the man left, Xiaoguai was also taken away by the bodyguard who came with him.

"Xiaoguai!"

"Mommy—"

Watching this scene, the woman felt despair, as if her heart was being savagely torn open by a sharp blade, blood dripping everywhere.

The next day, the woman still went to the appointment. After cleaning up, she did not look particularly attractive, but still presented a fresh and pretty appearance. This place, which she had visited countless times, had now become her nightmare.

"Strip!" In the luxurious suite of the hotel, the man lounged on the sofa, his bathrobe slightly open at the collar, revealing his firm chest muscles, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his inhalations and exhalations utterly willful.

The woman's hands trembled slightly at her neckline...

One minute, two minutes... ten minutes passed, and the woman's blouse was still on her body. The man's furrowed brows on the sofa clearly showed his impatience.

"How many times have I had you, and you're still so fucking coy!" Finally, the man could bear it no longer, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, sprang from the sofa, and swept the woman up in his arms toward the bedroom—"