Marriage Rights: Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

"You don't? That is disappointing. An example of the limit of knowledge that I was talking about earlier." Marco replied with a satisfied smile on his face. 

Marco's statement was sarcastic, but Mo Lihua knows better than to respond and let the others have something to point out again. 

"The number of deaths that you had caused ten years ago pleased the old head. Of course, he was the only one who felt that way despite his children killing each other. So what do you think the people who lost their loved ones do after the old head died? Do you think they will sit tight and allow you to inheritance or have a good life with your husband? Aren't you wondering why the Selection process does not allow death this time?" 

Mo Lihua shook her head. Her eyes closed in realization. It was tough for her to accept it, and she even did her best to keep this though hidden inside her head. 

However, when someone deliberately pointed that out, Mo Lihua has no choice but to accept it. 

"They will act on revenge…" Mo Lihua whispered in realization. Even though she did not grow up under the guidance of a Doncrelli family or within their territory, she still remembers how emotionally detached any member could be. 

So what would happen when a person initially trained, and void with any emotion learned it? They tended to be consumed by their feelings and would not think rational. 

Then if someone like that was out for revenge, how can Mo Lihua stop it? 

Does that mean the acting head wants more than her giving up being as a candidate? Is that why the Yu family and Fei Yan got involve? 

'Who was the one that is behind all this?!' Mo Lihua wants to scream in frustration. The questions running inside her head was making her feel so unwell. 'It is so confusing. You are so noisy. Shut up.' She thought to herself as she looked at Marco's face. 'You are messing with my brain? I want you to shut up.' 

Mo Lihua held Marco's gaze, which seems to be unaware that something was strange with her. The weak voice inside her head chanted to just what she wants. Make everything stop. 

Make the man in front of her shut. So what is stopping her? 

"B.I.N.G.O," Marco said slowly before laughing. "That's how you youngsters say it right? Right, Marian?" 

Mo Lihua looked at Marian unhappily. She was one of those types of young women that looks sophisticated and reserved. Marian is beautiful, but they all knew that under her beauty is a viper. 

Marian smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yes, fifth uncle. You can also-" She was supposed to speak some more, but Mo Lihua interrupted her suddenly. 

"Are you part of the Selection as well as Cousin Marian?" Mo Lihua suddenly asked strangely. 

"Yes." 

"So you are my enemy?" Mo Lihua asked with a smirk. Her eyes looked dazed as she looked at the woman. 

Marco frowned, "Not all candidates are your enemy Mo Lihua. Killing is forbidden during the entire process. If you use your resources right, other participants will help you instead." 

"I see. What do you think, Cousin Marian? Are you willing to help me with my current resources?" Mo Lihua asked, her expression bland and unreadable. The way she was currently sitting seems so relaxed like she was in control of everything. 

Before Marian could answer, they saw Mo Lihua covered her face with both hands that were trembling. 

"Mo Lihua? What's wrong?" Marco asked after seeing her action. He was initially displeased when she ignored what he said earlier. Now, however, it turned into curiosity. 

Not only her hands trembling, but also her shoulders. Mo Lihua suddenly laughed hard. Since she was still covering her face, the muffled laughter coming from her, it sounds hollow that sends a chill to their spines. 

Even Piore felt nervous for some reason. "Lihua, what are you doing?" He asked in a whisper while still on alert, keeping on close eye on the others.

Marco has a lousy feeling making him feel anxious. However, there was familiarity. The wave of nausea when his father suddenly laughed almost mad in the middle of a crucial meeting. His father, Raul Doncrelli, the craziest person he knew in his life. 

Watching Mo Lihua, Marco wondered again what had the old man seen in Mo Lihua to give her such treatment and favor. Could it be they both had a loose screw in the head, and the old man already knows about it? 

With this thought, Marco suddenly laughed with Mo Lihua as well. The others did not understand it, but he knows what to do. 'Right, she should be in medication as well. Heh, this is going to be fun.' 

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