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His Wife's Counterattack: See You as a CEO!

To save her foster father, Freya Keller became involved in a ridiculous marriage. Her contracted husband is Ocean City's top male hunk, Gideon Carter. In his heart lives an unattainable love who has been bedridden for many years. In the beginning, Freya silently accepts all his mockery and ridicule and plays the role of a qualified and humble Mrs. Carter. However, the repeated concessions that she makes results in her child not being able to have a good ending before the child turns three months old. She is finally disheartened. Later on, Freya finally understands how pathetic this marriage is when she sees her lawful husband disregarding her life for the woman he loves. She leaves in despair and goes overseas. Three years later, she is the sole heir to the legendary TOP Corporation overseas. He is the CEO of the corporation who sincerely wants to cooperate. Not only does he want to cooperate with her, but he also wants to win her heart, no matter the cost. This is a story of an ex-wife-turned-successful woman, and a male hunk who shamelessly wants to reconcile with her.

Mundane Life · Urban
Not enough ratings
100 Chs

Good Luck Then

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Freya wanted to sit down and get back to work.

Just when she was about to pull out her chair, the man asked, "What's your name again?"

Freya was stunned. Was he pretending he did not know her?

Freya answered calmly, "It's Freya Keller, Mr. Carter."

The man nodded. He glanced at her nonchalantly and said, "Carter Group is an understanding company, so we don't punish our employees very seriously for tardiness. Since I ran into you, it is my job to remind you that you have three chances according to the company rules. Once you've been late three times, it's over for you. I already caught you being late for work today, so you probably have one last chance to be late."

Freya lowered her eyes and said respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Carter."

Gideon veered his eyes away and placed his hands in his pant pockets. He said mildly, "Good luck."