Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife

Chapter 121 My Little Princess

Lorenzo’s appearance drew everyone’s attention. He gazed down at the guests like a king looking

down at the masses.

Before the party, it was said that Lorenzo would specifically come to celebrate Leila’s birthday, but

everyone doubted the truth of the information before he showed up. After all, Lorenzo had always kept

a low profile. He was even more low-key than ordinary people.

Now that Lorenzo did come, it wasn’t hard to imagine how much he adored Leila.

Leila was not only a great dancer, but she was also studying in the Capttar Medical School. A business

mogul and a talented artist, what a perfect couple they were!

Suddenly, there was a hearty round of applause while a buzz of conversation ran through the crowd.

Lorenzo’s appearance thrilled Leila. She wanted to say something but was too excited to utter a word,

choking. It was a gift from God if she could spend the rest of her life with Lorenzo, the business tycoon.

It was something Leila had dreamed about ever.

And now, the opportunity was right in front of her.

"You came, Lorenzo. Come here. Let me introduce myself. I’m Kevin Armstrong, Leila’s father.

Welcome to Leila’s birthday party. The lady next to you is Aminah, Leila’s mother. Welcome to our

family."

Kevin straightened himself up, strode up to Lorenzo and introduced himself with a proud smile as if he

was Lorenzo’s father-in-law, even if Leila hadn’t married him yet.

When Kevin was smiling smugly, Aminah was seized with panic.

"You… Are you…"

Aminah’s teeth began to chatter and she was unable to speak properly the moment she saw Lorenzo.

Wasn’t this man…

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How come he was the president of the Fletcher Group?

It was he who had fought fiercely and brought down all the bodyguards in the hotel room to save

Jessica. That scene remained fresh in Aminah’s memory.

This man was actually the president of the Fletcher Group, Lorenzo Fletcher!

'Wait a minute. What’s going on between Jessica and him? How can Lorenzo be a gigolo?' Aminah

was full of doubts.

"What are you doing, Aminah? Your future son-in-law is here. Stop embarrassing yourself and say hello

to him!"

Kevin had no idea what Aminah had done to Lorenzo before, growling at her.

"Lorenzo, my mother must love you too much to react properly. Please don’t get angry with her."

In fact, Leila was embarrassed by Aminah’s reaction, but she managed to act the delicate and shy girl.

"It’s all right. It’s not the first time I’ve met your mother. You don’t have to be so nervous," Lorenzo said

after a long pause. He gave a meaningful smile as his cold gaze fell on Aminah.

It wasn’t the first time he had met Aminah?

What was going on?

"So what happened? When did you meet? How come I don’t know about it?" Anxious, Kevin lowered

his voice and whispered in Aminah’s ear.

"I… You… Well…" Aminah hemmed and hawed, not knowing where to start.

"Lorenzo, I told you you can’t trust Jessica. It turns out her husband isn’t that old man, but someone

else. That old man claimed to be a butler, saying that his master has booked the whole Crystal Pavilion

to celebrate Jessica’s birthday. Isn’t that ridiculous?"

Leila was embarrassed by Aminah’s poor manners, so she changed the topic immediately and threw

mud at Jessica.

"Finally, you’re here, Mr. Fletcher. Please tear the mask off Jessica’s face right in front of us."

"She’s a slut and a liar."

"Since you’re here, please tell us the truth now."

The crowd said one after another, waiting to see Jessica make a fool of herself.

Leila couldn’t wait to see Jessica being exposed and humiliated.

"Well? You haven’t told them who your real husband is yet?" Lorenzo asked tenderly as his loving eyes

fell upon Jessica.

"It’s a tough job to do. Even if I tell them the truth, do you think anyone will believe me? Not only that,

they scoff at me and say I overestimate myself."

Jessica turned her beautiful eyes to Lorenzo helplessly as she spoke.

"Don’t worry. No one will scoff at you as long as I’m here. Tell everyone who your husband is, and

make them regret it," Lorenzo said faintly but affectionately in a low voice.

What was going on?

Everyone on the scene, including Leila, Aminah and Kevin, froze, too shocked to respond.

"My real husband is Lorenzo, the man right in front of you," Jessica said lightly, her eyes sparkling.

Dumbfounded, the crowd turned to Jessica in disbelief.

'What the fuck! Is that true?'

Leila’s face turned pale and froze with a look of astonishment, her eyes wide open. She was too

stunned to say a word, her brain buzzing.

"Mr. Lorenzo." Travis came up, stood by Lorenzo’s side and lowered his head reverently.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo walked elegantly towards Jessica, while the crowd parted to make way for him

spontaneously.

"Mrs. Fletcher, my little princess, happy birthday!"

Lorenzo stopped in front of Jessica, raised his hands and cupped her glowing cheeks. Then he

pressed his thin lips against her forehead respectfully under everyone’s gaze.

"Gosh! Look! Am I having a hallucination?"

"Mr. Fletcher is kissing Jessica! He is kissing Jessica!"

"Jessica is the real wife of the president of the Fletcher Group, the real Mrs. Fletcher!"

"The owner of the private estate is actually Mr. Fletcher!"

"The woman married into the private estate back then was indeed Jessica, because I was in the

Armstrong residence on her wedding day!"

"Oh my God! It turns out Jessica is the woman marrying Mr. Fletcher! She’s the real Mrs. Fletcher. No

wonder Mr. Thomas said he would take her to Crystal Pavilion!"

"Yeah! The Claus Hotel is one of Mr. Fletcher’s businesses, so of course Jessica is entitled to go to

Crystal Pavilion!"

"Well, all the Fletcher family business is now accessible to Jessica, not to mention the Claus Hotel and

Crystal Pavilion!"

The crowd started to talk to each other, and the quiet banquet hall became noisy again.

Her heart pounding, Leila was trembling all over.

Meanwhile, Kevin and Aminah were too shocked to react. The news came like a bolt from the blue, and

they could hardly believe it.

Who would have known that the owner of the private estate was actually Lorenzo? Since Jessica had

married there, the one she had married must be Lorenzo! Therefore, she had become Mrs. Fletcher!

'No! That can’t be true!' Leila refused to accept the fate.

Why would this be happening?

She was the only eligible woman who was qualified to marry Lorenzo!

Leila had been looking forward to becoming Mrs. Fletcher, but unexpectedly, that shameless bitch

Jessica had taken her place!

"Lorenzo, you’re joking with me, right? You told me you broke up with Jessica. You released so many

sky lanterns and prayed for me. Are those my hallucinations?"

Filled with resentment, Leila came up to Lorenzo and stared tearfully at him, looking vulnerable.

"I released the sky lanterns to pray for my wife because her birthday was coming. You’d better have a

psychiatric check-up in the mental hospital, in case it gets worse."

Lorenzo took Jessica in his arms gently. The look in his eyes suddenly became grim as he turned to

Leila, his voice dripping with menace.