Deeply Infatuated With Her novel Chapter 2

Naomi locked her phone and quickly placed the marriage certificate into her bag. She took out a bank card and stuffed it forcefully into Jack's palms.

"Hey Mister Daddy, I have to make a move first. Let's sign our fake marriage contract tomorrow. Here, take this card. The pin is six digits of eight. There are…"

Naomi paused sheepishly.

"There are a million dollars inside. I… treat it as the first payment. The other ninety-nine million, I'll pay by installment!"

Naomi only had one million with her. She initially wanted to use a million dollars to randomly find someone. However, she did not expect that she would meet him. Jack was the most good-looking stripper she had seen. He was definitely worth more than a million.

Out of impulsiveness, she had offered him a hundred million.

The more Naomi said the lower her head became. She did not notice Jack's darkened expression.

"What. Did. You. Call. Me?"

"Daddy, of course! You were the one who called me a kid first! Now, we're even!" Naomi smiled naughtily, satisfied with paying back. At that moment, the taxi stopped right next to her.

She immediately got into the car without waiting for Jack's response. The taxi left. Naomi popped her head out of the window and waved at Jack.

"See you tomorrow, handsome Daddy!"

When Jack heard Naomi calling him handsome, his frosty expression relaxed a little. He lowered his head and looked at his palm where Naomi once touched. He looked at it meaningfully.

Immediately after, Jack kept the marriage certificate and walked across the road to a limited edition, luxurious Mayerbach.

In the car, Jack's assistant, Sean Gregory, was stunned. He looked at Jack approaching the car in a daze.

He had not recovered from the shocking scene he saw a moment ago.

His boss was smart and good-looking. He was the Prince of Gin City and every woman's dream lover, yet he got married to a punk lady!

The punk lady had grabbed his hand, yet he did not even frown nor did he at least furrow a brow!

"Boss, aren't you allergic to women?"