Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation - Chapter 1833 - 351: He Is Not A Pet

#######[The Cold and Deaf Beauty VS The Paranoid and Flippant Rogue]The First Time: He said the experience was too poor and boring. I don’t want to come back for a second time.The Second Time: He looked at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole.Natalie Kendall: Wasn’t it boring?Natalie Kendall knew Isaac Vaughn was not a good person, but she was still deceived by him in both body and heart.Isaac Vaughn thought this little deaf girl, Natalie Kendall, was really easy to fool. The love he casually spoke of, she believed it to be true.Finally, one day, Isaac Vaughn went too far.Natalie Kendall: “Shall we break up?”Isaac Vaughn: “Why don’t I just die.”Later, the event of Second Young Master Vaughn eloping with his own little uncle's fiancée became the biggest scandal in the circle.Isaac Vaughn always took advantage of Natalie Kendall’s inability to hear.At first, she couldn’t hear his lies, and later, she couldn’t hear his love.

You—once a genius, who died young and reincarnated into a magical world.Yet your birthplace was nothing more than a ruined village at the world’s very edge.A village with not the faintest trace of magic or miracle.And of course—you were no different.But you did not give up.With all your strength, with every scrap of knowledge from your past life, you raised that village to new heights.And so, forty years passed.You became the leader, revered and trusted by all.Just as you were ready to accept a plain, ordinary life—suddenly:[Ding! Host’s support in the village has reached 100%. Supreme Creator System activated.][System binding initiated…][System binding delayed by 40 years. Calculating compensation rewards…][Compensation issued: 99999…9999 System Points. System Store now active.]Finally—forty years! Do you have any idea how I endured these forty years?!System!Redeem: 999,999 Levels!Redeem: Calamity Puppet Army!Redeem: Supreme Universe Core!Redeem: Throne of Annihilation!Redeem: Directive of Causality Erasure!…Ten thousand centuries later.On the battlefield of the multiverse.The allied fleets of dozens of high civilizations tore open a cosmic barrier.“What universe is this? Why has it not yet submitted to our Federation?”Before the words were finished, the starry sea beyond flared into blinding brilliance.Billions of rivers of time reversed their flow before their eyes, and the laws of the entire multiverse began to hum in unison.An invisible pressure descended, forcing every being to the ground, unable to lift their heads.Then came a calm, middle-aged voice:“Welcome… to my universe.”

After dumping the Obsessive Tyrant, I was entangled######[Sickly Obsessive Maxim Sinclair VS Cunning Little Fox Summer Lowell]President of Sinclair Group, Maxim Sinclair, is ruthless, unfeeling, and notoriously uninterested in women, never rumored to be with any woman.However, only he knows that the woman bold enough to come undercover beside him, achieving her goal before fleeing, has haunted his sleepless nights for an entire year!Until that day, she unexpectedly returns to the country, parachuting in as the design director of a rival company...“Director Lowell, you used me and threw me away. Did I agree to this?”“Feelings fade, naturally things end. Why must President Sinclair pursue relentlessly?”“Summer Lowell, let me tell you, even if I have to go to hell, I will take you with me!”...People gasp in sympathy, assuming this reckless woman is doomed to a fate worse than death.Little do they know, he has long laid an inescapable net, waiting for her to walk right into it.“I will trap you in a place where only I can see you, forever!”———[The Heroine is Career-Oriented, The Hero is Pathologically Obsessive, Known as the Jealous King of the Demon Capital!]

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.