FoxNovel Competitive Intelligence|Ad Analysis by SocialPeta

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Competitive intelligence is the first step in our marketing intelligence work and one of the most important parts. Only when we understand the details of our competitors can we formulate a correct and effective marketing strategy.

In this report, SocialPeta analyzes the FoxNovel’s ad analysis from multiple aspects and helps you see the competitive intelligence of top grossing apps FoxNovel.

Now, I’ll tell you how to gain a competitive advantage by SocialPeta.

1. Basic Information of FoxNovel

App Name : FoxNovel

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FoxNovel-SocialPeta

OS : iOS

Network : Facebook,Audience Network,Instagram

Developer : Beijing kuaidu technology co. LTD

Publisher : Trials Bike GO,Pic Crossword Puzzles and Quiz,World Spin - Create & Play,BTS City game,タイルタッチ,学粤语-轻松学说广东话

Total creative ads during the time period : 350

Duration : 54

Popularity : 25,835

2. FoxNovel’s Competitive Intelligence

what is competitive intelligence? Competitive intelligence is the most important part of our marketing. Only when we fully understand the overall situation of our competitors and the market can we make accurate judgments.

Before advertising, we usually use various tools, such as SocialPeta, to check the details of competitors’ ads. In this report, we will analyze the recent advertising performance of advertiser FoxNovel in detail to understand its advertising strategy.

Trend of Category

There are many types of creatives. We mainly analyze the trend of the ad creative category of FoxNovel in the recent period. As of 2020-09-07, among the FoxNovel‘s ad creative, the Html category’s proportion is 0.0%, Video category’s proportion is 0.0%, Playable Ads category’s proportion is 0.0%, Image category’s proportion is 33.33%, Carousel category’s proportion is 66.67%.

Ad Network Analysis

The network that SocialPeta monitors can cover almost all mainstream channels in the world. Understanding the competitor’s advertising channels is the first step in marketing work. According to the analysis of SocialPeta, we can see that in the date of 2020-09-07, FoxNovel’s the proportion of networks impressions are placed like this:

Facebook’s proportion is 100.0%,

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In the date of 2020-09-07, FoxNovel‘s network with the most ads is Facebook and its proportion is 100.0%.

3. Top 3 Ad Creative Analysis of FoxNovel

This is the detailed information of the top three ad creatives with the best performance among all ad creatives of FoxNovel. We can see some advertising trends.

Top 1 Ad Creative of FoxNovel

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Headline :My wife looked down on me. She has no idea I am actually a millionaire!

Text :"Um... Wifey... I don't have any money." "Look at yourself, you look like a disgusting beggar. Take the money and get out! Also, don't call me wife, or you get out of my house forever!" Yvette Jordan took out 200 dollars from her bag and threw it on the ground. She then left. Looking at the money on the ground, Chuck Cannon clenched his fists, and sighed, "Yvette, one day, I will make you willing to be my wife." In the end, he didn't pick up the money on the ground. He walked out of the house with little of his remaining self-esteem. His wife, named Yvette Jordan, is four or five years older than him. She was adopted by his grandfather when she was a small child. From childhood, she knew that they adopted her to make that boy, Chuck Cannon, a wife. But who knew that since Grandpa's death, Yvette's attitude towards Chuck had gotten worse. Yvette drove a BMW out of the garage as Chuck stood by the roadside and watched. They are in the same university, but Yvette is a lecturer while Chuck is only a student. Although they were heading in the same direction, Yvette's car didn't stop and drove past Chuck. "Loser, go and take the bus! I won't give the ride to a piece of trash." After saying that, Yvette stepped on the accelerator and left. Chuck gritted his teeth and looked at the BMW that had disappeared at the end of the road. His eyes were slightly red, "Yvette..." He was penniless now. His lunch money these days was borrowed from his classmates, and today was the day for him to return the money. Unfortunately, that two hundred dollars were "burning hot" for him to pick it up... As a consequence, he walked to school. Then it comes to another trouble with money. As soon as he walked to the school gate, Chuck happened to meet a student who lent money to him. Lara Jean was buying milk tea outside the school gate. When she saw Chuck, who was in a state of loss, she reached out and said, "Chuck, it's time to pay back the money, isn't it?" Chuck wanted to bury himself out of shame. He scratched his hair and said with embarrassment, "Well... give me one more day, I'll do part-time work. I'll pay you back the money latest by tomorrow!" "No, how long have you been delaying? You have to return the money to me today!" Lara said coldly, and there was no room for negotiation in her tone. Chuck sighed. "But I really don't have any money now..." "You don't have money to ask your parents for it? Oh, sorry, do you ever have a parent?" "You!" Chuck clenched his fists tightly. For as long as he could remember, he had been living with his grandfather. He had never seen his parents before. However, being discussed like that by Lara made him feel even more uncomfortable. "Wow, look at you ghost-like face. So you actually do not have a parent? Well, I'll give you an extension until this afternoon, but you have to pay me four hundred. If you don't pay me back, I'll ask my boyfriend to bring someone to deal with you!" Lara warned and left. Chuck stood still in his tracks. He was extremely sad. He had enough of such humiliation. Just as Chuck was thinking about what part-time job he was going to do, his phone rang. Chuck looked at the caller ID and saw that it turned out to be a foreign number. He was afraid that it was probably a swindler. However, when he thought of the online recruitment of mercenaries in Syria which was quite popular recently, offering 8000 dollars a day, he became interested again. Although he knew it could be a scam, if it was true, he would definitely go to Syria without hesitation. "Hello." Chuck picked up the call. Unexpectedly, a flurry of words in Mandarin from on the other end of the phone, "Chucky, I am your mother!" "..." Chuck was stunned. He first felt that he had been made fun of others, but then he felt extremely sad. How could he suddenly have a mother? "Chucky, don't blame me. I had no choice but to go abroad these years, but now I can finally return home. I will try my best to make up for the lost time with you. I will transfer five million dollars and you can use it first. If it is all spent, call me." The strange conversation ended in a weird atmosphere. As soon as the call ended, a message arrived. "Your account with the ending number 0123 has been credited with 5,000,000 dollars, and the current balance is 5,000,000.83 dollars." Chuck was dumbfounded. His mother, whom he had never seen before, actually gave him five million dollars? He looked at the text message and counted the zeros again and again, repeatedly confirming it more than a dozen times, and then went to the ATM machine to check if it was correct. He was ecstatic! That was five million! What more, it was his mysterious mother who casually gave him pocket money. Even Yvette who was busy with her business couldn't get out one million dollars including her car and her savings! Chuck giggled and walked to the campus. "Hey, man, I must be nut! I am rich now! Super rich! So why should I go to that boring class?" With a second thought, Chuck directly turned his back and left the school. He took a taxi to the real estate agency in the city center. With this sum of money, the first thing Chuck wanted to do was to have his own house. After pushing the door open and entering, no real-estate agency employees did pay attention to Chuck who was dressed ordinarily. This kind of person was either looking for a part-time job, begging for food, or the type who wasn't interested in buying anything but just trying to enjoy an air-conditioned room. Later, when the manager of the store came out of the office, those lazy employees hurried up and asked, "Sir, what do you need?" "Looking for a house." "You mean, you are still looking for it but not gonna buy it now, right?" The agent, Natalie Xavier's big eyes narrowed. She had been a real estate agent for so long, she had rarely misjudged someone. There may be one in a thousand customers who would buy a house at the age of less than 20 like Chuck, but all of them wore branded suits and drove high-end sports cars. "No, I mean I am going to buy one." Chuck answered. "Sir, for your information, the cheapest house in the city is around 12,000 per square meter. Are you sure you want to buy it?" Natalie didn't want to waste time on this kind of person, so her tone became impatient. "Yes, I..." "The cheapest one is twelve thousand dollars, which means that a house of one hundred square meters costs about one million dollars. Even the smallest apartment house costs fifty or sixty thousand dollars! You must listen carefully, sir!" Natalie was very dismissive of this kind of person who was over-confident and maliciously delayed time. She thought he was just a troublesome teenage boy who makes fun and fools others anywhere. "Well, I..." Chuck didn't finish his words. At this time, a potbellied man walked into the real estate agency. The gold necklace on his neck was thicker than his fingers, and he looked like a rich man at first glance. Natalie immediately chose to leave Chuck aside and greeted the man with a smile. It was totally different from the way she treated Chuck. When Natalie saw the man, she immediately put on a happy smile. "Sir, do you want to buy a house?" "Yes, I want to buy a house. Introduce some high-quality housing sources to me!" Natalie smiled even more happily. "Yes, sure. We have plenty of high-quality rooms here for you with our high-end service... Unlike some people who come to us even when they can't afford it. It's a waste of time." Natalie gave Chuck a disdainful look as she spoke, implying and cursing him. Chuck looked at Natalie's attitude and felt disheartened. He was used to being looked down upon. At that time, he didn't dare to say anything without money. But this time, he had five million dollars. How could he swallow such humiliation? "Where's your manager? Call your manager over!" Hearing Chuck's words, Natalie sneered and said, "Do you think our manager will care about a nobody like you? Don't make a fool of yourself here. Get out of here! Do you know that wasting one minute of our time will affect how much money we make?" The manager walked over slowly at this time. As a service industry, it was a big taboo to be rude to guests. "What's going on, Natalie?" Natalie hurriedly explained, "Manager, this boy can't afford to buy a house, but instead he's sticking here to enjoy the air-conditioning here. I'll get him out of here immediately." The manager eyeballed Chuck's clothes from top to bottom and saw that he was dressed in ordinary clothes. Indeed, as Natalie said, he didn't look like someone who could afford to buy a house. More importantly, he looked just 18 or 19 years old. No one would believe he had the ability to afford a housing property. Chuck shook his head, he stood up and walked to the agency next-door. "Can't afford a house? It seems that you are not the only real estate agency here." Natalie looked down on him, "How could a shabby-like person like you able to buy a house? I think you can't even afford a toilet." Some employees also laughed at him, "He's afraid of making a fool of himself, so he found an excuse to run away quickly." He said he wanted to go next door, but he could possibly just be trying to take advantage of the air-conditioning there too. "Still pretending even when you're gone." Natalie sneered. They were familiar with the next-door real-estate agency, and they also knew whether they could sell it or not. After watching Chuck leave, Natalie hurriedly ran to the potbellied middle-aged man and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, boss. Sorry to keep you waiting." The potbellied guy shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's okay." However, no matter how Natalie apple-polished him with fawning smiles, he never talked about money. In the end, Natalie's patience was exhausted and she even began to plead. At this moment, all the employees of the real-estate agency looked outside. Under the respectful guidance of the staff next door, Chuck got into the Mercedes Benz, which was especially used to look at the room. What was going on? Generally speaking, only people who bought a house could enter this car. Didn't the next-door real-estate agency see that this little rascal didn't have the ability to buy a house at all? The potbellied guy saw that these people in the real-estate agency were distracted, so he quickly sneaked out. Natalie turned around and looked at the customer who had disappeared. She was so angry that she stomped her feet. She didn't expect that a middle-aged man, who was well-dressed, was actually here just to enjoy the air conditioner! Natalie looked at Chuck and disliked him even more. She sneered and said, "Such a pretentious person, why he wastes others' time and ask them to show him the house!" At this time, an employee next door came quickly. He pushed the door open and said with a smile, "Thank you. You sent such an important customer to our company. We haven't run into any big business in the past two years. Today is a big day." "Important customer?" The manager's face darkened and he hurriedly asked, "What did he buy?" "Hehe, he bought a house worth more than three million dollars with a deposit of one million dollars. This business should clinch a deal! Thank you! I'll treat you guys to milk teas later." After that, the employee got on the Mercedes Benz and took Chuck to take a look at the house. "Really... bought it?" Natalie's face was full of disbelief. Looking at Chuck, who was sitting in the Mercedes Benz with a smile on his face, Natalie felt very uncomfortable. "How could it be possible! Look at his clothes, how could he possibly afford to buy a house..." "Pa--!" Before she could blame herself, the manager raised his hand and slapped her in the face. His eyes were almost bursting out flames, "Look at what you have done!" If the transaction is successful, the employees who have dealt with him will be given a five percent commission, which would be around one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. As for the manager, he would've gotten a ten percent commission amounting to three hundred thousand dollars... But now. It comes to nothing. The manager trembled with anger when he thought of the commission of 300,000 dollars gone with the wind. He kicked Natalie again and said, "Get out! You're fired! Get out!" Natalie was also losing her mind. Ignoring the pain on her body, she quickly got up from the ground and ran outside, then throwing herself whole at the BMW. She knocked on the window repeatedly and looked at Chuck, sobbing, "Sir, sir, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I failed to recognize your wealth before and I'm a snob. Please give me another chance. We have better houses here!" Chuck shook his head and said, "It's alright, you can save it for the other customers." After that, the Mercedes Benz started up in a hurry. Natalie chased after him all the way and finally sat down on the ground. She looked weakly at the Mercedes Benz getting farther and farther away. ...... Chuck Cannon was quite satisfied with the house. It had three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms. Located in the downtown area, the business district was more prosperous and there was a lot of room for renovation. Three and a half million dollars was paid in a lump sum graciously. The salesman had not seen such a rich man for a long time, and his face was full of admiration and envy. He then took the initiative to send Chuck back to university. When he arrived at the gate, Chuck nodded and said, "You can drop me off here." The salesman smiled respectfully and said, "Alright, take your time good sir. The process of transferring the house should be completed tomorrow, and you should be able to move in the day after tomorrow!" "Okay." Chuck nodded and decided to stay at the nearest hotel for the time being for the next two days. However, he wanted to know more was what Yvette Jordan would feel if she saw that his house was three or four times bigger than hers. When they arrived at the gate, Chuck first took out 20,000 dollars before strolling into the university. There were not many classes in the afternoon, but Chuck had already been absent for a whole class because he had been held up outside for a while. Seeing Chuck walking into the classroom, Lara Jean sneered, "Oh, who is this? Isn't this Chuck, the nega-rich of our class? I'm telling you, don't lend your money to such a person. When you lend him money, he acts as though you're his savior and bows to you. However, when you try to get the money back from him, he acts shamelessly like a scam trying to cheat off your money. Speaking of which, he hasn't even paid me back until now. He might have learnt these begging money skills on the street!" The whole class burst into laughter... They all knew that Chuck Cannon was a poor man as he only seemed to wear two different shirts all year round. Although there was no strange smell, the clothes were already so faded and torn that they were simply unsightly. Someone asked, "Lara Jean, how much does he owe you?" "400 dollars. It's only a day's expenses for me, but for him, maybe a month? Putting aside how much he owes me, this kind of person is really disgusting. He doesn't even deserve to lick my shoes." Chuck's expression was indifferent. He looked at Lara and took out 400 dollars from his bag saying, "I'll return you the money now. I was really grateful when you were willing to lend me some money when I was starving, but you just slandered me. Let's call it even now." Lara frowned and looked at the 400 dollars in his hand. She asked coldly, "Where did you get the money? Did you steal it or rob it?" Someone said, "Let's look at our pockets to see if we're short of money." "I earned it myself," Chuck said calmly. "You?" Lara sneered and said, "Why don't you look in the mirror before saying something so outrageous? How can you earn yourself 400 dollars in the morning? Did you sell your body or something?" The whole class burst into laughter and said, "Hahahaha, I'm afraid that this guy is not worth so much money even if he goes to sell himself." Seeing as so many students laughed at him in the classroom, Chuck sighed and sat back in his seat. "Lara, don't talk so mean." Lara snorted and put the money away, "Then tell me what you have done? Answer some of our questions!" Chuck frowned for a long time and made up an excuse. He said casually, "I found and picked the money on the ground." "Oh, lucky eh?" Lara smirked, her malicious tone showing some envy. The other students also asked with jealousy, "Hey, how much did you pick up?" Many people were interested and asked one after another, "Yes, tell me, how much did you pick up?" Chuck was speechless. He stared back at his classmates and continued to lie, "Two thousand." "What? You actually picked up two thousand? Damn it, that's my living expenses for more than a month!" All the students were surprised and envied him very much. If they had his luck and picked up two thousand dollars, their lives would be much more comfortable and easier. "Hmph, you suck. Picking up other people's money and claiming them as your own." "Such a shame of our class!" When these "classmates" ridiculed Chuck because of jealousy, Queenie Carson was the only one who stood up for him in the class. But Chuck didn't care about these mean words, so he just let them talk about it. After class, Chuck went to Yvette Jordan's staff room. Because there was no class in the afternoon, Yvette was listening to music in the staff room. When she saw Chuck, her expression soured. "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to look for me in between classes?" Chuck said with a wry smile, "I just want to tell you that I'm going to move out today." "You want to move out? Are you kidding?" Yvette sneered. Since young, she had grown up with Chuck. Knowing him like the back of her hand, how could he move out? Does he want to sleep on the street? But he had been timid since he was a child, even insisting to use her as his body pillow when sleeping. If it weren't for the death of his grandfather, god knows how much longer she would've to be hugged by him to sleep. Yvette thought. Such a person sleeping on the street? He wouldn't dare to do that even if he had ten times the courage. "I am not joking with you. I'll move out today." Chuck said seriously. "Well, I'd like to see how long you can. Don't come back begging to me like a dog." "I won't." After Chuck finished speaking, he turned around and left the office. Yvette stared at his leaving figure thoughtfully. In the past, no matter how much she scolded him, he would not dare to talk back. She didn't know what happened to him today. All of a sudden, her phone rang. After picking up the phone, she quickly changed her tone and answered "Hello, Director Chester, what happened for you to suddenly call me up like this?" A middle-aged man's voice could be heard from the other end of the phone, "Yvette, I heard that your training company's business is not good recently. Do you want me to introduce some business to you?" Yvette's heart was filled with joy. Her recent business in the training company could be said to be very poor. It was already very difficult for her to make any progress. If she did not show any improvement again, she was afraid that she would have to close the company in half a year. She had already lost more than 100,000 dollars in the past two months. It was also because of this that she was recently venting all her anger on Chuck. After hearing Director Chester's business proposals, a smile appeared on her face. "Yes, thank you for taking care of me, Director Chester!" "Well, room No. 1218 in the Century Hotel tonight. Come over." "A hotel room?" Yvette was a little scared. "Director Chester, how about I treat you to a five-star hotel dinner in the urban area? A hotel..." "What's wrong? Not even showing me your pleasantness?" "I don't mean that, but..." Instantly, a steeled cold voice was heard from the phone, "Hmph, forget it if you don't come. This business is given by my friend's company as his employees need to be trained. You should know how much money you can make from a big company with 50 to 60 people. If you don't come, I won't force you!" Yvette was very conflicted. She didn't want to go, but she didn't want to waste this opportunity either. Just when she had wanted to negotiate, he hung up all of a sudden. "If I don't take the deal, I'm afraid that I'll be going bankrupt." She decided to take the risk! After leaving school, she drove home, planning to simply tidy up and change her clothes. However, when she just arrived at the door of the house, she saw Chuck coming out of the house with a suitcase. The two of them looked at each other. Chuck said, "Wifey..." As soon as he spoke, Yvette interrupted him with disgust, "Don't call me like that!" "Yvette, no matter what, you've been taking care of me for almost a year after grandpa's gone, if you..." Yvette snorted and said, "What's wrong? Do you regret it? Do you want me to give you a chance?" Yvette sneered impatiently. "No, I mean if you have any difficulties in the future, you can tell me." Chuck nodded before walking past Yvette. After all, he and Yvette had been sleeping in the same bed for so long. He still had some feelings for her in his heart. Yvette was also absent-minded for a moment. She didn't expect that this man, whom she looked down upon the most, would say such comforting words today. It was as though in a trance, she had found someone to rely upon. But then, she smiled coldly and said, "Tell you? What good would it bring me to tell you? Can you give me money or bring me some customers? You can't give me anything and you can't even afford a meal yet you want me to tell you?" Chuck shrugged. He still had more than one million dollars in his hand. Even if it was not enough, he still had his mother. His mother promised that, right? As long as he rings his mom up, he will get the money whenever he wants! Yvette feebly waved her hand and sneered, "You'd better keep the money for yourself to buy some cup noodles." Chuck did not defend himself. He left with his suitcase. Chuck walked with his suitcase for a while. After inquiring about the hotels nearby, he got in a taxi and went to the Century Hotel. The magnificent buildings, the glorious decorations, and the luxurious European interiors shocked him to his core. This was the busiest hotel in the city, which the cheapest standard hotel rooms cost at least 800 dollars. In the past, Chuck did not dare to think that he could spend in such a place, but now it was different. When Chuck was about to go in, he saw Yvette's car swerving in and parking itself in the parking lot. Chuck was so shocked that he hid aside in a hurry. "This is a hotel! What is she doing here?" Chuck felt extremely bitter in his heart. Is his wifey going to sleep with another man? Although the two of them didn't get a marriage certificate and it was just grandpa's arrangement, he felt very uncomfortable when he thought that the woman he once held in his arms was going to sleep with others. After Yvette went in, Chuck took his luggage and walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he heard a strange voice saying, "Oh my god, who is this? Isn't this Chuck?" Chuck turned his head and found Lara strolling in with her boyfriend, Conrad Lee in her arms. Lara's face was full of scorn as if Chuck was not qualified to come to such a high-end hotel. "Who is this?" Conrad glanced at Chuck and asked casually. "Chuck Cannon, my classmate, I'm telling you, this person picked up two thousand dollars, but he didn't return it and instead spent it himself. I really admire this kind of person." Conrad glanced at Chuck, the corners of his mouth twitching in sarcasm. "Haha, maybe this trash hasn't seen two thousand dollars before." "Don't talk nonsense about this kind of rubbish. Let's go in quickly, my dear." Lara held Conrad's arm tightly in her arms as if she couldn't wait to enter the hotel. Chuck frowned slightly and ignored them, dragging his luggage into the hotel. "A standard room please." Conrad took out his identity card, and Lara followed suit shyly. The pretty staff at the front desk checked on the hotel's database and said, "I'm sorry, today's standard room has been fully booked." "Ah..." Lara's face was full of dissatisfaction and loss. Conrad continued to ask, "How about a larger room?" "I'm really sorry." The pretty staff at the front desk checked again, her tone extremely apologetic. "Only the presidential suite is currently available." Conrad probed carefully, "The presidential suite? How much is that?" He said so in a hesitant tone. For them, they would usually get a standard room that costs a few hundred dollars every time they got a room. As students, it was already pretty extravagant for them to spend a few hundred dollars like this. "Yes, it's 8888 dollars for the presidential suite." Conrad shook his head hurriedly. "It's way too expensive." "Forget it, let's go find another hotel," Lara muttered and pulled Conrad out. But before they went out, they saw Chuck walking to the front desk. "This loser really thinks that he is rich after picking up 2,000 dollars. Just look at his beggar-looking clothes? How dare he try to book a room in this kind of place?" Lara sneered. Conrad also sneered. He was pretty sure that this guy had most two thousand dollars on him. He would definitely be shocked to death once he heard the price for a night in the presidential suite. However... "How's that even possible?" Conrad's mind was filled with doubt as he watched Chuck walking towards the elevator with the room card in his hand. "What's going on? Wasn't there no standard room?" "How did that trash Chuck Cannon manage to get a room?" Lara saw it too, and she became more and more annoyed. She walked quickly to the front desk and patted it hard, asking defiantly, "Hey, didn't you just say that there was no standard room left? Why did you let that person book one then? Call your manager! I'm going to make a complaint that you are cheating your customers!" Conrad's face was cold too. After all, he was a VIP member of this hotel. How could he be fooled by such a receptionist? He was full of anger. "Hurry up and call out your manager." The reception girl at the front desk was stunned. After a long pause, she said helplessly, "You two misunderstood me. The standard rooms are indeed all fully booked. The room that sir has booked just now is the presidential suite." "How is it possible?" Lara's face changed, before she retorted hurriedly, "It's impossible. How can that broke idiot afford to book a presidential suite?" The girl at the front desk handed over a form of available rooms just printed now. When the two of them saw the only VIP suite had been taken two minutes earlier, and all the rooms were checked-in, their faces changed dramatically. "Could it be that he picked up more than two thousand? Probably twenty thousand?" Conrad could only think of such a possibility. "It's very likely!" Lara was even more jealous. That broke idiot actually picked up 20,000 dollars! This was almost her living expenses for one year! What a stroke of luck! "He is really good at spending money! Picking up 20,000 dollars and spending half of it lavishly, such a spendthrift!" Lara was bitter, and her face was full of discontent. "Idiots are still idiots. He probably thinks that he is rich with that little sum of money. 20,000 dollars is my dad's income for three or four days, but my dad will never waste it by booking a presidential suite. How dare a broke idiot like him even spent his slim stroke of luck like this! Hilarious!" Conrad laughed disdainfully. Chuck placed his luggage in his room and went downstairs to eat. When Lara saw Chuck coming down from the elevator, she thought of something and whispered, "This loser loves to show off, right? Why don't we play around with him for a while?" Conrad was puzzled, "But how?" Lara smiled slyly and shouted at Chuck, "Hey, Chuck!" Click the “Download” button to download the 【FoxNovel】app and you can read more exciting novels.

Top 2 Ad Creative of FoxNovel

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Headline :Why did this man change so much before and after marriage?

Text :"You may want to know that your husband is with me now, at a hotel. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again. Why don't you come in? It's hot outside, aren't you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I'm afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them was diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face was turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Have you guys used a condom? Or, I would suggest you visit a doctor, just in case, you know.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backward, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don’t mistake me for someone you can bully.” “Why won’t you divorce him” The assistant roared desperately. “You have not earned the right to know. This information will be exposed on the Internet tomorrow. I wish you all the best.” Coldly, she left the hotel with a few departing words. It was now late at night. Stella tugged at her clothes, walking along the desolate road. The forlorn moonlight stretched her shadow. Going home would only depress her, and she made her way to the hospital’s duty room instead. As soon as she turned on the lights, a soldier in green military uniform came up to her, and his face framed solemnly by night. Anxiously, he asked, “Are you the doctor on duty?” The tension was contagious. “What’s the matter? Is there something wrong with you.” “A pregnant lady got held hostage nearby, and her amniotic fluid has ruptured. The situation is critical and requires immediate first aid. Will you please come along with me?” Once the amniotic fluid has ruptured, the situation could quickly turn dire for both mother and child. Without hesitation, Stella said, “Give me 5 minutes to pack a first aid kit, and I’ll come with you.” Following the soldier, she arrived at a garden situated near the hospital. There were already a dozen soldiers standing guard, their faces grave. They stood still, clearly well-trained, and prepared to act upon instructions from their superior. Stella found herself led into Room 802, opposite that of No. 801, where the scene was unfolding. At a glance, she saw the man in command. There was no doubt about it. His face was chiseled and strong, seemingly made from the hands of the finest sculptor. He had a commanding presence, and more curiously, he was speaking to an audience with three-star lieutenants. Despite his youth, was he already a general? The man trained his sharp gaze on her. Startled, she hurriedly cast her eyes on the floor. He walked towards her, his shadow casting an imposing figure. She reminded of the man from that night. He was strong, as well. Very strong, her struggles had been futile from the beginning. “Lift your head,” Jasper Milton ordered. His keen gaze scrutinized her delicate face. His lips tightly pressed together. Under pressure, Stella raised her head, taking a look at the formidable man standing in front of her. He was one of the rare specimens of man who could inspire fear in people even without speaking a single word. “I’m a doctor, not a criminal.” She protested. An enigmatic light flashed in Jasper’s eyes, and he turned to his subordinates, “Let her go, and ask for someone else.” Confused, Stella asked, “Why not me?” “The three people inside are leaders of a drug trafficking ring. They are ruthless and kill without thought. Would you dare to treat them?” He placed the question to her. “Why not?” She asked in return. Jasper’s eyes tightened, and he lifted her chin. “Think it carefully before you answer me. Once you are in, no one can tell how dangerous it is. It’s not a child’s play, and this is not a rehearsal.” His breath spilled over her lips, tingling. But Stella was nothing but stubborn. The more people looked down on her, the more determined she became. “If I’m afraid of death, I wouldn’t be here in the first place.” She declared, looking straight into Jasper’s eyes. In his eyes, there was too much darkness swirling, and she could see her reflection staring straight back at her. "I"ll go in with her." Three seconds later, Jasper Milton had changed his mind. He loosened his grip and took a step back. "No!" Everyone said in unison. Lieutenant Johnson tried to get a word in. “It is too dangerous for you to go in, Chief. If the Deputy Commander gets wind of this, we won’t be able to explain ourselves!” “Don’t talk nonsense. It is the same danger for anyone who goes in. Stay here and wait for my order.” Jasper ordered decisively.” “But, Chief…” Lieutenant Johnson wanted to continue but swiftly silenced by the cutting look on Jasper’s face. Helplessly, he nodded mutely, “Yes, sir.” Grabbing Stella’s elbow, perhaps with more strength than necessary, Jasper pulled her along towards Room 801. She lifted her hand to knock on the door, but it was quickly held by Jasper. The current was electrifying. Almost as a reflex, Stella yanked her hand back. She was not used to being held by a man. His eyes deepened, considering her rejection. Opening his mobile phone, he said, “Before heading in, record your last words. If you die, we will send this to your next of kin.” His voice was flat. “Send it to my husband.” Stella took over the phone. “Frederick, if there is indeed a second life, I hope we don’t meet again. Donate my corpse, and I don’t care if you dissect it, send it for transplant operations. May we never see each other again.” Her words were short but concise. Returning the phone to Jasper, she realized he had a strange expression. “Anything else?” Her features softened. “Give the rest of my money to my mother. Where possible, I hope you guys can take care of her.” “We will.” It was a promise. Assured, Stella looked towards the door. “It’s time to head in.” “The pregnant woman being held as a hostage is the girlfriend of a high-ranking official, and we must ensure the safety of both mother and child. I will not allow you to get into trouble before me – you are safe with me, I promise.” His voice was deep and comforting. Stella caught her breath, looking into the depths of his clear eyes. It seemed to hold the boundless universe. A corner of her heart tasted sour. Here was a handsome man, promising her safety before his. It was hard not to be taken in by the warmth of such words, even if they were strangers. Particularly now, when her heart was in a state of desolation. “I’m not scared.” Stella smiled slightly. “But I appreciate it, thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He pulled her behind him, knocking on the door. A slight gap creaked open. “Let the woman come in alone.” The man hissed. “She requires an assistant for the operation. Let both of us in.” Jasper was relentless in his negotiation. Every word was a measure of his intimidating will. “No, who knows what you are up to?” “Then let the pregnant woman die. What hostage are you left with then?” Checkmate. The man hesitated, before grinding his teeth. “Fine, consider yourself gutsy! Come in!” A cold, metallic gun pressed against Jasper’s forehead. Stella looked on worriedly. His face was expressionless. After conducting a search, he could not find any weapons on Jasper’s body. Keeping away his gun, the short-haired man warned, “Don’t think of playing any tricks.” “It hurts! Help, please someone helps me!” A woman’s voice rang out from the main room. Stella rushed to the bedroom. The curtains were closed, and the room was dimly lit without any lights switched on. In the corner, two men had their guns trained expertly on him. Stella walked towards the pregnant woman. Her face was a pale, blank sheet, tinged with pain. Holding tightly on to her stomach, the woman’s bed was already drenched with her sweat. “Save me, please save me, I don’t want to die.” “Show me your latest ultrasound,” Stella said urgently. “It’s in the drawer.” She managed to stutter out the words between her labored breath. Opening the drawer, Stella found a photo frame atop the ultrasound. It was a picture of Frederick and the woman. The high-ranking official was Frederick. And the pregnant woman lying on the bed was another kept woman of his. “Save me, please, doctor, it hurts!” The pregnant woman stretched out her hands, held Stella in her arms. Coming to her senses, Stella took out the ultrasound sheet. Things were only getting worse. “The fetus is in the wrong delivery position, and the umbilical cord is coiled around the neck. We must do a Caesarean, and because we are running out of time, we can only do a general anesthetic instead of local.” Stella was already opening the first aid kit. It had already been checked by the criminals. The pregnant woman shook her head, her eyes turning red. “Can we not a Caesarean? He prefers women without scars on their bodies.” Women without scars on their bodies? It certainly sounds like Frederick-style. "Then the child will suffocate," Stella said coldly. A fierce gleam flashed across the pregnant woman’s eyes. Gritting her teeth, she said, “So let it be.” Pushing down her revulsion, Stella reasoned, “You have carried the child over the past 9 months. It is a life living inside you.” “Without his love, it will be meaningless to have this child. It will only drag me down. I don’t want it!” The pregnant woman yelled decisively. The pain from her stomach increased. Setting her shoulders, Stella took out the anesthetic from the first aid box and swiftly inserted it into the needle. “I’m sorry, as a doctor, my duty is to protect every life that comes under my care. I cannot promise to do what you want.” Jasper held her hand, his eyes full of concern. He knew the importance of respecting the wishes of the patient. She could get into a lifetime of legal trouble from her obstinate insistence. “Listen to her. She is the patient.” He reminded her. She tried to shake off his hands, to no avail. Furious, she stared determinedly at him. “I am a gynecologist, and it is my duty to deliver life. If something goes wrong, I will bear the responsibility. I’m not afraid of death, so why are you so scared?” Jasper was surprised. He was not afraid of taking on responsibility, but just for a moment, he was afraid something would happen to her. Letting go of her hands, he announced, “Begin the operation. I’ll say it’s my order, and inform the Dean of your hospital.” Bending over and putting on her rubber gloves, Stella turned over to the criminals, “Please leave the room. I need to operate on her now.” “Absolutely not. The hostage must remain in our hands, and you will operate on her with our supervision.” “Do you really think she can run away in this situation?” Stella was afraid the woman’s naked body might be exposed to the roving eyes of the audience in the room. Aiming the gun at Stella, the criminal said, “One more word, and I’ll shoot you.” Shielding Stella behind his body, Jasper said, “If you harm her, you won’t be able to run away as well.” They hesitated. “Doctor, the child is coming out now! Please!” The pregnant woman's screams were getting shriller. There was no point in this stalemate. Jasper opened the cabinet and spread out a green bedsheet, hiding the women behind. “Do the operation. I’ll stay guard.” Jasper was confident even in such a time. Stella did not waste time, using a pair of scissors to cut open the pregnant woman’s pants. The child’s foot could already be seen. There was no time for a Caesarean. As time went by, the child would surely suffocate. “Hold on a little longer.” Stella injected anesthetic into the women and made an incision across her lower body. The anesthetic had not kicked in yet. Feeling the pain, the pregnant woman could not control her shouts, “I’m going to sue you, I will make sure you lose your license and never operate on another person again!” “Once the child is safely delivered, you can sue me then. I’ll wait for you.” Stella shrugged her shoulders. The child was delivered smoothly. Stella cut off the umbilical cord, and the child’s loud cries reverberated throughout the room. Finally heaving a sigh of relief, Stella looked at the women only to find that she had already fainted. Stella’s heart quickened and quickly placed down the child to check on her. “Official!” Stella glanced worriedly at Jasper. Stealing a glance at her, Stella’s forehead and the nose was already thinly veiled with a sheen of sweat. Something strange trickled in his heart. “What’s wrong?” His voice was deep. “The blood pressure of the patient is very low, and we need to have an immediate blood transfusion and sent her to a hospital for monitoring.” Looking towards the criminals, Jasper said without hesitation, “Let her go. I’ll be your hostage.” The trio glanced at each other, and the short-haired man looked at his watch. “There is still 40 minutes before the plane arrive. Even if you stay and we let them go, that’s just another ticking time bomb for us.” “I’ll stay.” Stella volunteered herself. Surprised once more, Jasper looked at Stella. It was difficult to understand this woman. Softening her tone, Stella said, “Send them to the hospital now, or it might be loo late for both of them.” “Don’t even think of leaving!” The short-haired man shouted. “If you leave the pregnant woman and the new born here, it will only be a burden to well-trained soldiers like yourselves.” “Let them go.” The elder man suddenly spoke up. Reluctantly, the short-haired man nodded, and stood aside. Jasper stood quietly by Stella, and without another word, carried the lady and her child out. Outside the room, people were already standing ready to help. When the three of them emerged from the dark, the sigh of relief was audible. “Send them to the hospital,” His gaze sharpening, he continued, “Lieutenant Johnson, prepare the snipers.” “Chief, our mission is accomplished now that the hostages have been rescued. We can hand over the scene to the anti-drug brigade. You can rest now, Sir.” The soldier spoke respectfully. “How can I rest when the hostage is still inside?” Jasper’s fury was fast and palpable. Lieutenant Johnson could not understand his boss’s fury. Just as how he could not understand why his Chief had chosen to undertake the mission personally. “I’ll arrange for the snipers immediately.” “If we have to choose between the safety of the hostage and letting the criminals go, choose the second option.” Jasper added as an afterthought. Lieutenant Johnson could barely hide his surprise. The Chief had always impressed with his single-minded track focus, in particular when engaging with malicious forces. Why was this time any different? Things were taking a surprising turn. Time tickled by. Jasper stood by the window, looking out to the scenery, his eyes an unfathomable black. Three years ago, one of his mission had gone slightly awry. He had been abandoned in the wilderness, left alone with the effects of an aphrodisiac flowing in his bloodstream. At the brink of losing consciousness, at the moment when he was about to faint, she had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He had not controlled himself and had her. When he woke up again, he was already in the army hospital. After utilizing all his resources, he finally found out who she was after two days. There she was, resplendent and pure like an angel standing at the altar. He had watched from the side-lines as she promised herself to another man, exchanged her rings, and said her vows. She had become another person’s bride. He had originally thought that the pregnant hostage was her, and came to her rescue. Who knew that the woman would be her husband’s mistress? Even more so, she had sacrificed herself to save the pregnant woman and her husband’s illegitimate child. He did not understand her at all, he realized. “Bang.” A gunshot rang out from Room 801. A cold fear gripped his heart. Turning around, he asked, “What happened In Room 801?” “We are not sure yet.” Lieutenant Johnson answered cautiously. Sweeping his gaze towards Room 802’s kitchen, Jasper realized that there was only a distance of 2 meters, separating it from Room 801’s kitchen. Walking towards the kitchen, he asked, “What’s the situation with the helicopter? How long more will it take?” The report from Lieutenant Johnson was clear, “ETA 30 minutes.” Jasper did not speak up again. He placed the ladder in the middle of the two kitchens and started making his way over. “Chief, it’s too dangerous for you to go in yourself. “Lieutenant Johnson’s heart was nearly in his mouth. “You speak too much.” Accompanied with a targeted glare. Smartly, Lieutenant Johnson kept his mouth shut. Turning instead to rest of his troupe, he said under his breath, “008, 001, follow up, you must ensure the safety of the Chief at all costs.” “Yes, Sir!” The soldiers quickly trailed Jasper. The anxiety was eating away at Lieutenant Johnson. The Chief had a bright future ahead of him, and he had been tipped to be the next President in line. There was a very real possibility that he would be hanged if anything amiss should happen to Jasper. In the blink of any eye, Jasper made a light leap and was on the wall of the other side. His eyes scanned the living room. The short-haired man was pacing the living room, while the other two were still in the bedroom. In one clean sweep, he squatted down and brandished the sword from his waist, his eyes fixed on the short-haired man. Before he could utter a sound, the short-haired man was already lying on the floor. 008 and 001 moved up to finish him off. Gesturing in their own private language, Jasper relayed instructions for 008 and 001. Approaching the window, they took off the curtains. Light flooded the living room. And the snipers were already in place. With his back to the wall, Jasper looked into the room, where he saw Stella sitting on the bed, lost in thought. Enveloped in a cloud of sadness, her melancholy was affecting him. “Where is there still no movement from the outside?” The yellow-haired criminal dragged out his cigarette, ruffling his hair in frustration. The older man, however, was preoccupied with Stella, staring at her with an unknown look in his eyes. “The plane will only arrive in 30 minutes. Let’s take the chance to enjoy ourselves before that.” Realization dawned on the other man’s face, and his lecherous face came into view. “This woman is indeed a rare beauty. It would be a pity to let her go to waste.” His cigarette landed in an arc as he made his way to the immobile figure on the bed. Jasper's throat tightened as he prepared to rush in. “If you come near me, I will make sure you have no hostage.” Stella raised her needle to her throat calmly. “I dare you to.” In response, the needle made its way into her skin. Jasper’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes held a dangerous glint. The criminal was startled by Stella’s actions and stood still. He was stunned for a moment. Stella Grace put on a sarcastic smile with a desolate look in her eyes. "Come on, if I'm dead. You will all die with me." She was obviously very indifferent to death. Her eyes were as cold as a wintry December. Jasper Milton"s eyes deepened and stared straight at Stella Grace. "Boss, I want to kill her!" The yellow-haired criminal clenched his fists and said. The older criminal stood up. Stella Grace also stood up and walked towards the yellow-haired man. The atmosphere was extremely tense, like a thin string on the verge of breaking. The older criminal was shocked by her courage and pointed his gun at her. "Don't come any closer." Stella Grace sneered. She caught a glimpse of Jasper Milton outside the door from the corner of her eye and paused. "May I use the bathroom?" Stella Grace said cleverly. "Just do it here," the older man said cautiously. "The reality is, you can"t run away. Dozens of sharpshooters are aimed at you outside the window." Stella Grace pointed her chin at the window. The older criminal was shocked. He immediately walked to the window, hid from a corner, and looked out. Stella Grace seized the opportunity to run to the door. The older criminal realized that he had been fooled. He raised his pistol and pointed it at her leg. Jasper Milton pulled her arm quickly, and she crashed into his arms. He quickly pushed Stella Grace behind him. When the criminals saw Jasper Milton coming in again, they realized the danger and shot their guns at Jasper Milton. Jasper Milton grabbed hold of Stella’s head, protecting it, and fell to the ground. His movements were very reckless. But her head was in his hands, and she wasn’t hurt at all. Jasper Milton pressed his legs on her side, and his warm breath fell on her face. Stella Grace looked into his eyes. It was as vast as the universe. Looking at him this way, it seemed that she could forget all her troubles and difficulties, and... the pain buried deep in her heart. "Why are you here again?" Stella Grace asked. She instantly felt that she had asked a stupid question. They were soldiers, and it was their duty to protect the hostages. "Stay here, close to the sofa, don"t move. I will do my best to ensure your safety." Jasper Milton promised. Stella Grace looked at him, poised like a fighting cheetah, he rushed behind a pillar in an instant. The criminals, sensing their lives were in danger, picked up their guns, and shot at them. Stella Grace only heard the sounds of gunshots ringing in her ears. The pillars began to shatter and peel from the impact of the bullets. Jasper Milton had no chance to fight back. The older criminal approached the pillar with a gun. Stella Grace glanced at him. This went on, they would both die. Stella Grace took off her shoes and threw them out from behind the sofa. The yellow-haired man quickly shot towards the sofa. "Bang!" There was a crisp sound. The yellow-haired man had gotten shot, he staggered and fell to the ground. The older criminal grew wary and jumped towards the sofa. Jasper Milton took a risk and pulled Stella Grace to the back of the TV cabinet. They were squeezed together in the narrow space. Jasper Milton fired some shots to deter the criminal from approaching them. Stella Grace looked up at Jasper Milton. She did not expect that this stranger would protect her. And the man who should be protecting her, her husband, was with another woman right this moment. Jasper Milton felt her gaze and looked down at her. Suddenly, their lips touched, it was as if electricity surged through their veins. Jasper Milton tightened his back and turned his face to avoid her. She moved to lean against the wall. Federick Addington had never been so close to her. At the very least, before she dies, she had kissed a handsome chief. It was not all a loss. The criminal's eyes turned red and he shot at the TV. The TV exploded. They were now exposed and in his full view. Jasper Milton did not hesitate. He twisted sideways and landing in front of Stella Grace, putting her head on his chest, protecting her with his body, shielding her completely with his chest. Dong-dong! Dong-dong! Dong-dong! Stella Grace heard the strong beating of Jasper Milton’s heart, sounding like a big drum. His unique musk traveled to her nose, it was fragrant and warm. Stella Grace had not felt this kind of warmth and peace for as long as she could remember. Deep in her memory, a sharp pain pierced through her, intertwined with the grief of Federick Addington's betrayal and deception. If this was the end of her life, at least at this moment, she had found the feeling of warmth she had long since lost — it felt so good! Stella Grace closed her eyes, and tears seeped from the corners of her eyes. She hid in the arms of this stranger, crying quietly. This was a crucial moment. "Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots rang out in the air. Under the guidance of Jasper Milton, the hidden soldiers 008 and 101 successfully vanquished the enemy. After rushing out to check, they returned to Jasper Milton's side and saluted to him, "Chief, the criminals have all been terminated." Jasper Milton let go of Stella Grace. Stella Grace opened her eyes and smiled. "I didn't expect to be alive." Jasper Milton did not understand her tone, it was odd as she sounded mildly disappointed. He felt a cooling sensation on his chest. He looked down and saw that it was damp. He looked at Stella Grace in surprise. Stella Grace got up and looked at him with a pair of beautiful big eyes. It was clear and peaceful, like a pool of water, cold and calm. Jasper Milton got up and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?" Stella Grace pulled up the corners of her mouth and said, "Sir, you've protected me well. I"m fine. The task has completed. I'll leave now." Stella Grace turned around to leave. "Leave us your name and contact number. I will report this and issue an award to you when I return to the base." Jasper Milton said impassively as if it was a usual procedure. However, the reality was that he need not deal with these administrative matters as a chief. "No, that won’t be necessary. It’s our duty to cooperate with the army." Stella Grace looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was way past two o'clock! "I have to work tomorrow." Without waiting for Jasper Milton's answer, Stella Grace walked into the master bedroom and picked up her first aid box. Jasper Milton stood by the door, standing very straight. He looked solemn. Stella Grace walked past him but did not speak. Then she opened the door and left. The room was very quiet, as if she had never appeared. Jasper Milton once again looked down at the damp spot on his chest and a wave of emotion washed over him. "008, 101. Follow her and ensure that she is safe before returning to the camp," Jasper Milton ordered solemnly. "Yes, sir!" 008 and 101 answered, and left quickly. Lieutenant Johnson breathed a sigh of relief and walked in. He stood respectfully in front of Jasper Milton. "Chief, this mission is a success under your wise leadership. Twenty-eight members are on standby outside. Please give instructions!" "Return to the camp," Jasper Milton said simply and walked out of the door. Downstairs, a military Land Rover was ready to go. Jasper Milton got onto the back seat. The vehicle passed Stella Grace walking on the street. Jasper Milton subconsciously looked out of the window. She was carrying the first aid box, walking back to the hospital. She was thin and weak but filled with heroic spirit. "Lieutenant Johnson," Jasper Milton shouted. "Yes." Lieutenant Johnson immediately turned his head, waiting for Jasper Milton's instructions. "Go and find out everything about her. I want to know all of it." Jasper Milton ordered with a cold face. His eyes were full of purpose. To be continued:Who took away Stella Grace’s purity three years ago? Who was the father of this baby that was born by her husband's mistress? �Click the “Download”button to download the 【FoxNovel】app and you can read more exciting novels.

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Well, I'll give you an extension until this afternoon, but you have to pay me four hundred. If you don't pay me back, I'll ask my boyfriend to bring someone to deal with you!" Lara warned and left. Chuck stood still in his tracks. He was extremely sad. He had enough of such humiliation. Just as Chuck was thinking about what part-time job he was going to do, his phone rang. Chuck looked at the caller ID and saw that it turned out to be a foreign number. He was afraid that it was probably a swindler. However, when he thought of the online recruitment of mercenaries in Syria which was quite popular recently, offering 8000 dollars a day, he became interested again. Although he knew it could be a scam, if it was true, he would definitely go to Syria without hesitation. "Hello." Chuck picked up the call. Unexpectedly, a flurry of words in Mandarin from on the other end of the phone, "Chucky, I am your mother!" "..." Chuck was stunned. He first felt that he had been made fun of others, but then he felt extremely sad. How could he suddenly have a mother? "Chucky, don't blame me. I had no choice but to go abroad these years, but now I can finally return home. I will try my best to make up for the lost time with you. I will transfer five million dollars and you can use it first. If it is all spent, call me." The strange conversation ended in a weird atmosphere. As soon as the call ended, a message arrived. "Your account with the ending number 0123 has been credited with 5,000,000 dollars, and the current balance is 5,000,000.83 dollars." Chuck was dumbfounded. His mother, whom he had never seen before, actually gave him five million dollars? He looked at the text message and counted the zeros again and again, repeatedly confirming it more than a dozen times, and then went to the ATM machine to check if it was correct. He was ecstatic! That was five million! What more, it was his mysterious mother who casually gave him pocket money. Even Yvette who was busy with her business couldn't get out one million dollars including her car and her savings! Chuck giggled and walked to the campus. "Hey, man, I must be nut! I am rich now! Super rich! So why should I go to that boring class?" With a second thought, Chuck directly turned his back and left the school. He took a taxi to the real estate agency in the city center. With this sum of money, the first thing Chuck wanted to do was to have his own house. After pushing the door open and entering, no real-estate agency employees did pay attention to Chuck who was dressed ordinarily. This kind of person was either looking for a part-time job, begging for food, or the type who wasn't interested in buying anything but just trying to enjoy an air-conditioned room. Later, when the manager of the store came out of the office, those lazy employees hurried up and asked, "Sir, what do you need?" "Looking for a house." "You mean, you are still looking for it but not gonna buy it now, right?" The agent, Natalie Xavier's big eyes narrowed. She had been a real estate agent for so long, she had rarely misjudged someone. There may be one in a thousand customers who would buy a house at the age of less than 20 like Chuck, but all of them wore branded suits and drove high-end sports cars. "No, I mean I am going to buy one." Chuck answered. "Sir, for your information, the cheapest house in the city is around 12,000 per square meter. Are you sure you want to buy it?" Natalie didn't want to waste time on this kind of person, so her tone became impatient. "Yes, I..." "The cheapest one is twelve thousand dollars, which means that a house of one hundred square meters costs about one million dollars. Even the smallest apartment house costs fifty or sixty thousand dollars! You must listen carefully, sir!" Natalie was very dismissive of this kind of person who was over-confident and maliciously delayed time. She thought he was just a troublesome teenage boy who makes fun and fools others anywhere. "Well, I..." Chuck didn't finish his words. At this time, a potbellied man walked into the real estate agency. The gold necklace on his neck was thicker than his fingers, and he looked like a rich man at first glance. Natalie immediately chose to leave Chuck aside and greeted the man with a smile. It was totally different from the way she treated Chuck. When Natalie saw the man, she immediately put on a happy smile. "Sir, do you want to buy a house?" "Yes, I want to buy a house. Introduce some high-quality housing sources to me!" Natalie smiled even more happily. "Yes, sure. We have plenty of high-quality rooms here for you with our high-end service... Unlike some people who come to us even when they can't afford it. It's a waste of time." Natalie gave Chuck a disdainful look as she spoke, implying and cursing him. Chuck looked at Natalie's attitude and felt disheartened. He was used to being looked down upon. At that time, he didn't dare to say anything without money. But this time, he had five million dollars. How could he swallow such humiliation? "Where's your manager? Call your manager over!" Hearing Chuck's words, Natalie sneered and said, "Do you think our manager will care about a nobody like you? Don't make a fool of yourself here. Get out of here! Do you know that wasting one minute of our time will affect how much money we make?" The manager walked over slowly at this time. As a service industry, it was a big taboo to be rude to guests. "What's going on, Natalie?" Natalie hurriedly explained, "Manager, this boy can't afford to buy a house, but instead he's sticking here to enjoy the air-conditioning here. I'll get him out of here immediately." The manager eyeballed Chuck's clothes from top to bottom and saw that he was dressed in ordinary clothes. Indeed, as Natalie said, he didn't look like someone who could afford to buy a house. More importantly, he looked just 18 or 19 years old. No one would believe he had the ability to afford a housing property. Chuck shook his head, he stood up and walked to the agency next-door. "Can't afford a house? It seems that you are not the only real estate agency here." Natalie looked down on him, "How could a shabby-like person like you able to buy a house? I think you can't even afford a toilet." Some employees also laughed at him, "He's afraid of making a fool of himself, so he found an excuse to run away quickly." He said he wanted to go next door, but he could possibly just be trying to take advantage of the air-conditioning there too. "Still pretending even when you're gone." Natalie sneered. They were familiar with the next-door real-estate agency, and they also knew whether they could sell it or not. After watching Chuck leave, Natalie hurriedly ran to the potbellied middle-aged man and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, boss. Sorry to keep you waiting." The potbellied guy shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's okay." However, no matter how Natalie apple-polished him with fawning smiles, he never talked about money. In the end, Natalie's patience was exhausted and she even began to plead. At this moment, all the employees of the real-estate agency looked outside. Under the respectful guidance of the staff next door, Chuck got into the Mercedes Benz, which was especially used to look at the room. What was going on? Generally speaking, only people who bought a house could enter this car. Didn't the next-door real-estate agency see that this little rascal didn't have the ability to buy a house at all? The potbellied guy saw that these people in the real-estate agency were distracted, so he quickly sneaked out. Natalie turned around and looked at the customer who had disappeared. She was so angry that she stomped her feet. She didn't expect that a middle-aged man, who was well-dressed, was actually here just to enjoy the air conditioner! Natalie looked at Chuck and disliked him even more. She sneered and said, "Such a pretentious person, why he wastes others' time and ask them to show him the house!" At this time, an employee next door came quickly. He pushed the door open and said with a smile, "Thank you. You sent such an important customer to our company. We haven't run into any big business in the past two years. Today is a big day." "Important customer?" The manager's face darkened and he hurriedly asked, "What did he buy?" "Hehe, he bought a house worth more than three million dollars with a deposit of one million dollars. This business should clinch a deal! Thank you! I'll treat you guys to milk teas later." After that, the employee got on the Mercedes Benz and took Chuck to take a look at the house. "Really... bought it?" Natalie's face was full of disbelief. Looking at Chuck, who was sitting in the Mercedes Benz with a smile on his face, Natalie felt very uncomfortable. "How could it be possible! Look at his clothes, how could he possibly afford to buy a house..." "Pa--!" Before she could blame herself, the manager raised his hand and slapped her in the face. His eyes were almost bursting out flames, "Look at what you have done!" If the transaction is successful, the employees who have dealt with him will be given a five percent commission, which would be around one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. As for the manager, he would've gotten a ten percent commission amounting to three hundred thousand dollars... But now. It comes to nothing. The manager trembled with anger when he thought of the commission of 300,000 dollars gone with the wind. He kicked Natalie again and said, "Get out! You're fired! Get out!" Natalie was also losing her mind. Ignoring the pain on her body, she quickly got up from the ground and ran outside, then throwing herself whole at the BMW. She knocked on the window repeatedly and looked at Chuck, sobbing, "Sir, sir, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I failed to recognize your wealth before and I'm a snob. Please give me another chance. We have better houses here!" Chuck shook his head and said, "It's alright, you can save it for the other customers." After that, the Mercedes Benz started up in a hurry. Natalie chased after him all the way and finally sat down on the ground. She looked weakly at the Mercedes Benz getting farther and farther away. ...... Chuck Cannon was quite satisfied with the house. It had three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms. Located in the downtown area, the business district was more prosperous and there was a lot of room for renovation. Three and a half million dollars was paid in a lump sum graciously. The salesman had not seen such a rich man for a long time, and his face was full of admiration and envy. He then took the initiative to send Chuck back to university. When he arrived at the gate, Chuck nodded and said, "You can drop me off here." The salesman smiled respectfully and said, "Alright, take your time good sir. The process of transferring the house should be completed tomorrow, and you should be able to move in the day after tomorrow!" "Okay." Chuck nodded and decided to stay at the nearest hotel for the time being for the next two days. However, he wanted to know more was what Yvette Jordan would feel if she saw that his house was three or four times bigger than hers. When they arrived at the gate, Chuck first took out 20,000 dollars before strolling into the university. There were not many classes in the afternoon, but Chuck had already been absent for a whole class because he had been held up outside for a while. Seeing Chuck walking into the classroom, Lara Jean sneered, "Oh, who is this? Isn't this Chuck, the nega-rich of our class? I'm telling you, don't lend your money to such a person. When you lend him money, he acts as though you're his savior and bows to you. However, when you try to get the money back from him, he acts shamelessly like a scam trying to cheat off your money. Speaking of which, he hasn't even paid me back until now. He might have learnt these begging money skills on the street!" The whole class burst into laughter... They all knew that Chuck Cannon was a poor man as he only seemed to wear two different shirts all year round. Although there was no strange smell, the clothes were already so faded and torn that they were simply unsightly. Someone asked, "Lara Jean, how much does he owe you?" "400 dollars. It's only a day's expenses for me, but for him, maybe a month? Putting aside how much he owes me, this kind of person is really disgusting. He doesn't even deserve to lick my shoes." Chuck's expression was indifferent. He looked at Lara and took out 400 dollars from his bag saying, "I'll return you the money now. I was really grateful when you were willing to lend me some money when I was starving, but you just slandered me. Let's call it even now." Lara frowned and looked at the 400 dollars in his hand. She asked coldly, "Where did you get the money? Did you steal it or rob it?" Someone said, "Let's look at our pockets to see if we're short of money." "I earned it myself," Chuck said calmly. "You?" Lara sneered and said, "Why don't you look in the mirror before saying something so outrageous? How can you earn yourself 400 dollars in the morning? Did you sell your body or something?" The whole class burst into laughter and said, "Hahahaha, I'm afraid that this guy is not worth so much money even if he goes to sell himself." Seeing as so many students laughed at him in the classroom, Chuck sighed and sat back in his seat. "Lara, don't talk so mean." Lara snorted and put the money away, "Then tell me what you have done? Answer some of our questions!" Chuck frowned for a long time and made up an excuse. He said casually, "I found and picked the money on the ground." "Oh, lucky eh?" Lara smirked, her malicious tone showing some envy. The other students also asked with jealousy, "Hey, how much did you pick up?" Many people were interested and asked one after another, "Yes, tell me, how much did you pick up?" Chuck was speechless. He stared back at his classmates and continued to lie, "Two thousand." "What? You actually picked up two thousand? Damn it, that's my living expenses for more than a month!" All the students were surprised and envied him very much. If they had his luck and picked up two thousand dollars, their lives would be much more comfortable and easier. "Hmph, you suck. Picking up other people's money and claiming them as your own." "Such a shame of our class!" When these "classmates" ridiculed Chuck because of jealousy, Queenie Carson was the only one who stood up for him in the class. But Chuck didn't care about these mean words, so he just let them talk about it. After class, Chuck went to Yvette Jordan's staff room. Because there was no class in the afternoon, Yvette was listening to music in the staff room. When she saw Chuck, her expression soured. "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to look for me in between classes?" Chuck said with a wry smile, "I just want to tell you that I'm going to move out today." "You want to move out? Are you kidding?" Yvette sneered. Since young, she had grown up with Chuck. Knowing him like the back of her hand, how could he move out? Does he want to sleep on the street? But he had been timid since he was a child, even insisting to use her as his body pillow when sleeping. If it weren't for the death of his grandfather, god knows how much longer she would've to be hugged by him to sleep. Yvette thought. Such a person sleeping on the street? He wouldn't dare to do that even if he had ten times the courage. "I am not joking with you. I'll move out today." Chuck said seriously. "Well, I'd like to see how long you can. Don't come back begging to me like a dog." "I won't." After Chuck finished speaking, he turned around and left the office. Yvette stared at his leaving figure thoughtfully. In the past, no matter how much she scolded him, he would not dare to talk back. She didn't know what happened to him today. All of a sudden, her phone rang. After picking up the phone, she quickly changed her tone and answered "Hello, Director Chester, what happened for you to suddenly call me up like this?" A middle-aged man's voice could be heard from the other end of the phone, "Yvette, I heard that your training company's business is not good recently. Do you want me to introduce some business to you?" Yvette's heart was filled with joy. Her recent business in the training company could be said to be very poor. It was already very difficult for her to make any progress. If she did not show any improvement again, she was afraid that she would have to close the company in half a year. She had already lost more than 100,000 dollars in the past two months. It was also because of this that she was recently venting all her anger on Chuck. After hearing Director Chester's business proposals, a smile appeared on her face. "Yes, thank you for taking care of me, Director Chester!" "Well, room No. 1218 in the Century Hotel tonight. Come over." "A hotel room?" Yvette was a little scared. "Director Chester, how about I treat you to a five-star hotel dinner in the urban area? A hotel..." "What's wrong? Not even showing me your pleasantness?" "I don't mean that, but..." Instantly, a steeled cold voice was heard from the phone, "Hmph, forget it if you don't come. This business is given by my friend's company as his employees need to be trained. You should know how much money you can make from a big company with 50 to 60 people. If you don't come, I won't force you!" Yvette was very conflicted. She didn't want to go, but she didn't want to waste this opportunity either. Just when she had wanted to negotiate, he hung up all of a sudden. "If I don't take the deal, I'm afraid that I'll be going bankrupt." She decided to take the risk! After leaving school, she drove home, planning to simply tidy up and change her clothes. However, when she just arrived at the door of the house, she saw Chuck coming out of the house with a suitcase. The two of them looked at each other. Chuck said, "Wifey..." As soon as he spoke, Yvette interrupted him with disgust, "Don't call me like that!" "Yvette, no matter what, you've been taking care of me for almost a year after grandpa's gone, if you..." Yvette snorted and said, "What's wrong? Do you regret it? Do you want me to give you a chance?" Yvette sneered impatiently. "No, I mean if you have any difficulties in the future, you can tell me." Chuck nodded before walking past Yvette. After all, he and Yvette had been sleeping in the same bed for so long. He still had some feelings for her in his heart. Yvette was also absent-minded for a moment. She didn't expect that this man, whom she looked down upon the most, would say such comforting words today. It was as though in a trance, she had found someone to rely upon. But then, she smiled coldly and said, "Tell you? What good would it bring me to tell you? Can you give me money or bring me some customers? You can't give me anything and you can't even afford a meal yet you want me to tell you?" Chuck shrugged. He still had more than one million dollars in his hand. Even if it was not enough, he still had his mother. His mother promised that, right? As long as he rings his mom up, he will get the money whenever he wants! Yvette feebly waved her hand and sneered, "You'd better keep the money for yourself to buy some cup noodles." Chuck did not defend himself. He left with his suitcase. Chuck walked with his suitcase for a while. After inquiring about the hotels nearby, he got in a taxi and went to the Century Hotel. The magnificent buildings, the glorious decorations, and the luxurious European interiors shocked him to his core. This was the busiest hotel in the city, which the cheapest standard hotel rooms cost at least 800 dollars. In the past, Chuck did not dare to think that he could spend in such a place, but now it was different. When Chuck was about to go in, he saw Yvette's car swerving in and parking itself in the parking lot. Chuck was so shocked that he hid aside in a hurry. "This is a hotel! What is she doing here?" Chuck felt extremely bitter in his heart. Is his wifey going to sleep with another man? Although the two of them didn't get a marriage certificate and it was just grandpa's arrangement, he felt very uncomfortable when he thought that the woman he once held in his arms was going to sleep with others. After Yvette went in, Chuck took his luggage and walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he heard a strange voice saying, "Oh my god, who is this? Isn't this Chuck?" Chuck turned his head and found Lara strolling in with her boyfriend, Conrad Lee in her arms. Lara's face was full of scorn as if Chuck was not qualified to come to such a high-end hotel. "Who is this?" Conrad glanced at Chuck and asked casually. "Chuck Cannon, my classmate, I'm telling you, this person picked up two thousand dollars, but he didn't return it and instead spent it himself. I really admire this kind of person." Conrad glanced at Chuck, the corners of his mouth twitching in sarcasm. "Haha, maybe this trash hasn't seen two thousand dollars before." "Don't talk nonsense about this kind of rubbish. Let's go in quickly, my dear." Lara held Conrad's arm tightly in her arms as if she couldn't wait to enter the hotel. Chuck frowned slightly and ignored them, dragging his luggage into the hotel. "A standard room please." Conrad took out his identity card, and Lara followed suit shyly. The pretty staff at the front desk checked on the hotel's database and said, "I'm sorry, today's standard room has been fully booked." "Ah..." Lara's face was full of dissatisfaction and loss. Conrad continued to ask, "How about a larger room?" "I'm really sorry." The pretty staff at the front desk checked again, her tone extremely apologetic. "Only the presidential suite is currently available." Conrad probed carefully, "The presidential suite? How much is that?" He said so in a hesitant tone. For them, they would usually get a standard room that costs a few hundred dollars every time they got a room. As students, it was already pretty extravagant for them to spend a few hundred dollars like this. "Yes, it's 8888 dollars for the presidential suite." Conrad shook his head hurriedly. "It's way too expensive." "Forget it, let's go find another hotel," Lara muttered and pulled Conrad out. But before they went out, they saw Chuck walking to the front desk. "This loser really thinks that he is rich after picking up 2,000 dollars. Just look at his beggar-looking clothes? How dare he try to book a room in this kind of place?" Lara sneered. Conrad also sneered. He was pretty sure that this guy had most two thousand dollars on him. He would definitely be shocked to death once he heard the price for a night in the presidential suite. However... "How's that even possible?" Conrad's mind was filled with doubt as he watched Chuck walking towards the elevator with the room card in his hand. "What's going on? Wasn't there no standard room?" "How did that trash Chuck Cannon manage to get a room?" Lara saw it too, and she became more and more annoyed. She walked quickly to the front desk and patted it hard, asking defiantly, "Hey, didn't you just say that there was no standard room left? Why did you let that person book one then? Call your manager! I'm going to make a complaint that you are cheating your customers!" Conrad's face was cold too. After all, he was a VIP member of this hotel. How could he be fooled by such a receptionist? He was full of anger. "Hurry up and call out your manager." The reception girl at the front desk was stunned. After a long pause, she said helplessly, "You two misunderstood me. The standard rooms are indeed all fully booked. The room that sir has booked just now is the presidential suite." "How is it possible?" Lara's face changed, before she retorted hurriedly, "It's impossible. How can that broke idiot afford to book a presidential suite?" The girl at the front desk handed over a form of available rooms just printed now. When the two of them saw the only VIP suite had been taken two minutes earlier, and all the rooms were checked-in, their faces changed dramatically. "Could it be that he picked up more than two thousand? Probably twenty thousand?" Conrad could only think of such a possibility. "It's very likely!" Lara was even more jealous. That broke idiot actually picked up 20,000 dollars! This was almost her living expenses for one year! What a stroke of luck! "He is really good at spending money! Picking up 20,000 dollars and spending half of it lavishly, such a spendthrift!" Lara was bitter, and her face was full of discontent. "Idiots are still idiots. He probably thinks that he is rich with that little sum of money. 20,000 dollars is my dad's income for three or four days, but my dad will never waste it by booking a presidential suite. How dare a broke idiot like him even spent his slim stroke of luck like this! Hilarious!" Conrad laughed disdainfully. Chuck placed his luggage in his room and went downstairs to eat. When Lara saw Chuck coming down from the elevator, she thought of something and whispered, "This loser loves to show off, right? Why don't we play around with him for a while?" Conrad was puzzled, "But how?" Lara smiled slyly and shouted at Chuck, "Hey, Chuck!" Click the “Download” button to download the 【FoxNovel】app and you can read more exciting novels.

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