In the quiet hallway, Amy Knightley straightened up and took a deep breath.

In order to save her mother, she could only cheer herself up, she must not retreat. She lifted her foot and kicked open the door to the most exclusive and luxurious private room in the Cloud Club.

The room was instantly quiet, and all eyes looked at Amy Knightley standing in the doorway.

The pale pink shirt highlighted the curves of her figure. The white light in the hallway accentuated her snow-white complexion. Especially the dark purple short skirt, revealing long, straight legs, simply perfectly outlines the focus of a woman's most feminine beauty.

"I'm looking for my fiance, Andrew March." Amy Knightley clenched her fist tightly, although nervous, but with a very seductive smile.

The eyes of those inside were drawn to this sudden intruder for a moment before they felt amazed and sorry for him.

Everyone's eyes turned tacitly to the man sitting on the first place.

He was not surrounded by anyone.

The lighting in the booth was an ambiguous burgundy color, and Amy Knightley stood straight in the doorway, unable to see the man's face.

Her hands were clenched into fists, and a hint of panic flashed under her eyes.

Seeing that no one was speaking, Amy Knightley hid her nervousness and spoke with a smile, "Is there no my fiance here either? I thought after looking for a dozen private rooms, he was here."

Her eyes carried a flash of indifference.

Since she had come here to round up Andrew March, how could she not have prepared in advance?

This man had unilaterally backed out of his marriage, causing her father and stepmother to panic. They then thought about how to get her into his bed and had the false face that it was all for her own good.

None of this is what she cares about, all she wants is to get the money to save her mother!

Someone in the booth couldn't help but stand up, only to be dragged back down and fall on the couch.

The man in the first seat finally moved. Every move he made was as domineering as an emperor.

He shook the wine in his hand, elegantly folded his slender legs, and calmly and indifferently opened his mouth.

"You're looking for me?"

The entire room was quiet, not daring to make a sound.

At those words, the corner of Amy Knightley's mouth twitched. In her mind, she said that this person could really put on a show.

Her body shivered subconsciously, but, still, she walked over with a sense of composure, "Yeah, I'm here to see my fiance, his name is Andrew March."

"Huh? Young Master March, didn't he already withdraw from the marriage?" A man asked, puzzled. He looked at Andrew March, and then at Amy Knightley.

Amy Knightley gritted her teeth.

She knew about it, of course. But, she laughed, "Backed out? From who? How could Andrew have backed out of the marriage when he loves me so much?"

Andrew March straightened up and looked coldly at the woman in front of him. She had clear, bright pupils, arched eyebrows, and thin lips like rose petals.

"Love you?" Andrew March said icily. There were too many women who wanted to court him, and this stranger, who bore the name of his fiancee, had quite a lot of nerve.

Amy Knightley nodded decisively, "Andrew, what's so inconvenient about admitting that you love me? Look, you asked me to come here to you, and I came straight here. Don't be shy, come on, show your manners, don't let the others laugh."

F*ck, she was so disgusted by her own words that she wanted to vomit. Sure enough, her acting skills weren't good enough, nor was she cheeky enough.

Everyone was looking at this bold woman with a surprised face, and only at this time did they get a good look at her appearance.

There was only one word in their minds, vixen.

Her smile was filled with seductive intent, making people's hearts itch.

A few men even looked at her and couldn't move their eyes, and I don't know if it was because the burgundy light here was too ambiguous or because Amy Knightley was really too attractive.

Even if it is a very simple shirt, but perfectly outlines her full figure enchanting.

Andrew March's eyes narrowed, shy?

Can he be shy?

Amy Knightley glanced at the other people in the booth, her tone was a bit unpleasant, "I'm talking to Andrew about some couple talk, you guys are in the way here, is it appropriate?"

After saying that, she walked around them and went to Andrew March's heels, suddenly leaning down and leaning extremely close to him. Their breaths collided with each other, becoming more and more ambiguous.

Andrew March coldly grunted, and all the people who were sitting watching the show got up and walked out. When they left, their eyes looked at Amy Knightley from time to time, with curiosity and doubts in their hearts.

What exactly does this woman want?

"Andrew is so good." Looking at Andrew March, who had vague anger in his eyes, the smile on Amy Knightley's face became even brighter.

"Are you satisfied?" Andrew March had one arm overbearingly resting on the sofa. Although Andrew is sitting and Amy Knightley is standing, at this moment Amy Knightley, surprisingly, has a feeling of being overlooked.

But she still nodded without fear and said, "As your fiancee, I am very satisfied."

Andrew March sneered, "I'm curious, what sustains this ridiculous self-confidence of yours?"

I have to say, this woman is indeed beautiful. But to him, this beauty was worthless. After all, there was never a shortage of beautiful women in this city who would presume to seduce him.

Amy Knightley shook her head, then sat straight on his lap, the tip of her nose pressed against the tip of her nose, and a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

Self-confidence?

F*ck, she's a recognized vixen in the school, capable of stealing her best friend's boyfriend as well as hooking up with her sister's fiance.

She wouldn't have come over to Andrew March if he hadn't backed out of the marriage and would have kept her from getting the money.

"It's because Andrew dotes on me that I dare to sit on you."

At this moment, Amy Knightley's heart complained that she did not want to get involved with this man at all.

Originally, she was very happy when the marriage contract between the two was annulled.

However, the two, her father and stepmother, thought that it was because she would not seduce Andrew March that caused Andrew to withdraw from the marriage.

The funny thing is, they don't even know what this man looks like.

They only know that this man, the president of the March consortium, has terrifying power, and no one dares to mess with him in the whole of Birmingham.

Now, she was withdrawn from the marriage by this man. The father and stepmother immediately panicked, and thought of keeping her by Andrew March's side no matter what.

Seeing this arrogant look of Andrew, Amy Knightley's heart grew a bit contemptuous. But because of the good luck, born in a rich family, which has what really proud of the skills.

Andrew March sneered again. The woman had succeeded in arousing his interest. "Then?"

Then?

F * ck, what else do you want?

Amy Knightley looked at her with a smile, put her arms around his neck and whispered.

"I'm here to propose an extramarital relationship." That's her purpose.

Andrew March paused, the soft part of his body against his own, so that he could not help but feel a little impulse. He hadn't felt it just then, but at that moment, Amy Knightley's warm breath met at the tip of his nose, and instead of feeling repulsed, he felt some fondness.

"Extramarital relationship?"