Marriage Rights: Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

That was correct. Her original name was Mo Lihua, his wife. Now her international alias was Mo Bai. A lot happened five years ago, and it was not wise to get the people that were important to her to get involved once again.

Mo Lihua learned the hard way that she could not let her guard down, and it was impossible to fight on her own. Yes, some people are willing to help, but that was still not enough.

She could not risk it again, just like how Yu Qiao almost died that night. He even saw her on the worse time possible.

Mo Lihua c.a.r.e.s.sed the deep scar at the back of his head, reminding her that it would be unsafe for him to be around her. It was better for him not to remember and just enjoy his life. Just thinking about the end of their marriage was already hurting too much.

Their marriage certificate was just a scrap paper now. He did try to reach out through the years, despite not remembering her fully. 'At least they were safe...' That was her only consolation.

Mo Lihua just allowed herself to get this close to him because she was jealous. She still has the sick possessive want to keep her husband despite being away from him or even her children.

Right now, the people that were after her thought that Mo Lihua was inside the prison as her life withered because of nine counts of murder.

Her enemies did not know that she was qualified enough to be offered a unique work under the Arbitration on a different identity. It probably helped as well that her real appearance before was always covered. Thus, it was easier for the Interpol to remove any trace of her real face.

Sighing heavily, Mo Lihua stood from the bed. She had work to do, and she needs to stop dilly-dallying.

Quickly, she reached for her bag, opened it, and brought out a light cotton gown. Packed. She immediately coupled her bra and wore the dress. It went down quickly on her. Mo Lihua glared at the shirt that Yu Qiao had destroyed, contemplating on either to leave it there to let remind him that she was here. In the end, Mo Lihua grabbed the shirt and placed it in her bag.

She then looked around for his wallet and grabbed all the cash inside. "You did touch, okay. I still should be paid," She said hauntingly because of jealousy.

Mo Lihua then immediately brought out her phone and called her assistant, Francesca, who was not grateful for working under the Arbitration.

Why not? Because of their current assignment, Francesca needs to be a very strict assistant or manager to take care of Mo Bai's professional affairs. Thus she could not dress up like a single woman who was ready to mingle as she claims it.

Too bad for Francesca, she could only do limited fieldwork as the Doncrelli family was very familiar with her face. She could mostly pose as an assistant and could not do much on the spotlight.

Francesca's talent with killing and disposing of was still matched with Mo Lihua. Thus the Arbitration was willing to risk hiring her. In her opinion, they were trying to get them out of prison to avoid unnecessary trouble.

There was another person that was part of the team, but she had her matters to attend to. Thus Mo Lihua needed to bear with Francesca on her own.

"Wow! That was fast. Quickie? Or was it Prem.a.t.u.r.e ejacu-" Francesca started to speak teasing laced on her voice, but Mo Lihua was not willing to cooperate.

"I will be down in a minute," she interrupted, cutting Francesca's l.e.w.d comment. "Any movement from the target?"

"Nope. You are lucky. Why not stay and enjoy your husband some more, I will cover-' Francesca offered, but Mo Lihua already hangs up.

Mo Lihua sighed heavily. She knew Francesca was only kind, trying to help, but she already made up her mind. 

She did not endure five years of being away from her loved ones and give up halfway when they were so near the goal. Any weakness or distraction would cause her to waste all their effort for years.

 Just then she looked at the motionless man on the bed. She almost cried, but she needs to force herself to be healthy. The sooner they were able to dispose of her enemies, the sooner she could go back to her family.

As if animated, Mo Lihua quickly headed for the door having made sure there was no trace of her in the apartment.

Mo Lihua was already down in the lobby when she stopped and went back to the room like a child just remembering the details of an errand.

She wrote a note and searched her bag for the cheque he issued to her. Mo Lihua then quickly kept it at the edge of his bed.

Just then she looked at him one more time. She got so close, reaching for his face for the last time that day, and made sure that every detail of him was embedded in her mind.

She had a mixture of love and guilt for him and in a chain of steps; she was in the car waiting outside.

Joey was returning to his room. He had passed close by her but could not tell it was her. He was almost drunk. 'Impossible. My boss sure has better stamina...' Joey thought to himself as he lay on his bed, dead drunk.

In the car, Mo Lihua tried to avoid any thoughts of Yu Qiao settling in her head. She did not come to City P because of him.

She has a better business, and he wouldn't stand in her way. Mo Lihua took out a stick of bubble gum and started chewing on it. "Please put on the music," she said to Francesca. It's been a long day for her, and there was still more work to be done.

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