Married to Satan as Husband

Chapter 6

"Frighten you, did I? His identity, no one can fathom! All I know is, whether lawful or illicit, both sides dread him!" Jessica Smith murmured softly.

"Is he truly a drug lord?! Drug trafficking is illegal. How could you let such a person come here?!" Grace Martin exclaimed anxiously.

"Haha... Illegal? Opening an underground black casino isn't illegal, then? Whose money isn't money? As long as he's not dealing drugs in the casino, we'll gladly take his money!" Jessica Smith laughed heartily at Grace Martin's nervous demeanor.

"But..." Grace Martin hesitated, unsure of what to say. "Stepmother, here's your blood pressure medicine. Please take it."

"Grace, have you met Matthew Wilson?!" Jessica Smith asked softly while taking her medicine.

Grace Martin's expression darkened as she nodded slightly.

"Can he walk? Can..." Jessica Smith wanted to ask about his capabilities in the bedroom, but seeing Grace Martin's somber look, she held back.

"He sits in a wheelchair!" Grace Martin spoke weakly.

"Child, you've suffered..." Jessica Smith half-embraced Grace Martin, who couldn't hold back her tears.

As Grace Martin left the casino to return to the Wilson family's mansion, she was unexpectedly called.

"Miss Grace, Ms. Jessica requests your presence!" A gentle and delicate voice, quite pleasant to the ears. Grace Martin smiled at her and followed her footsteps.

Just at the entrance of the duty room, the door opened automatically. Stepmother Jessica Smith appeared with a charming smile, holding a black safe box. Following her was none other than the notorious drug lord, Cold-blooded White!

Grace Martin smiled gently at her stepmother and gave Cold-blooded White a disdainful look.

"Grace Martin, help Mr. White get the cash into the car!" Jessica Smith's voice was as melodious as silver bells.

Grace Martin hesitated for a moment. Why should she take it down with just a safe box? Couldn't Cold-blooded White, with his own hands and feet, do it himself?

Grace Martin was gentle but not weak.

"Alright!" Grace Martin agreed readily, as Cold-blooded White was the god of the casino.

"Thank you, Ms. Jessica!" Cold-blooded White and Jessica Smith exchanged pleasantries, making it sound awkward.

"Oh, not at all! Mr. White has been lucky today, with about five or six million... Quite generous, even giving the casino a million as a tip... If all guests were like you, we'd be prosperous!" Jessica Smith laughed joyfully.

"Grace, make sure to deliver the box to Mr. White's car!" Jessica Smith reminded.

"Stepmother, I will." Grace Martin took the box, which wasn't heavy, probably around thirty kilograms. She paused, considering the amount, five or six million, it should weigh more than this.

Following Cold-blooded White, Grace Martin headed straight to the fourth floor. On the fourth floor, they entered the VIP exclusive elevator, which descended directly to the underground parking lot without stopping.

The elevator was small, accommodating only three people. They could almost hear each other's breath. He was a handsome man, wild in his handsomeness. Thick eyebrows exuded a rebellious spirit, and the streamlined facial contours revealed a masculine firmness.

Then there were his eyes, like a cold pool, leisurely scanning Grace Martin.

In a trance, Grace Martin seemed to catch a whiff of the distinctive scent of a wild beast.

The confined space became unusually sweltering. Grace Martin felt as if she had taken the wrong potion today—her face flushed, her heartbeat quickened. A kind of maiden's adolescent sentiment!

Richard White stared at Grace Martin, his gaze sharp, with a hint of mockery, like a cat toying with a mouse before the pounce! He remained silent, and Grace Martin couldn't be bothered to converse with him. In the moment her gaze met his, Grace Martin hastily averted her eyes in confusion.

For in his gaze, there was fire! The fire of desire! Afraid of being scorched by his gaze, Grace Martin deliberately looked around in the elevator. She was aware of the surveillance cameras, assuring herself that he wouldn't dare to act recklessly!

Fortunately, they soon arrived at the parking lot. As the elevator doors opened, Grace Martin saw two security guards bowing respectfully to Cold-blooded White. It seemed he was a frequent visitor!

Only then did Grace Martin notice the vast underground parking lot, specifically designed for the casino's guests. My, so many luxury cars! Ferraris, Alfas, Buicks, Mercedes, BMWs... and some miscellaneous cars unknown to Grace Martin. Judging by their sleek designs, their prices were undoubtedly exorbitant!

"Do you like cars?" Perhaps he noticed Grace Martin's silly look, and he suddenly threw out this question.

"I like making cookies!" A classic line, Grace Martin blurted out.

Cold-blooded White indeed froze, not understanding why Grace Martin would answer with such a statement—completely unrelated to the question!

Richard White curled his lips. "Marvelous answer!"

As they spoke, he parked in front of a Porsche Carrera GT, jet black! Very stylish!

Grace Martin liked it, enjoying the sensation of speed it exuded!

"Honk, honk." With two sounds, he unlocked the car, opening the driver's door.

"Your name is Grace Martin?! Quite a unique name! Truly fitting!" He turned around, still staring intently at Grace Martin.

"Thank you!" Grace Martin smiled lightly and turned around, opening the passenger door to put the safe box inside.

At the moment Grace Martin placed the safe box inside, he also sat in the driver's seat. Grace Martin was about to pull her hand back when he firmly held it with a hand that was slender yet strong as a pair of iron tongs!

"Come back with me! The one million dollars in this box will all be yours!" His voice was deep and magnetic, partly threatening, partly tempting!

Grace Martin felt the box suddenly lighten; it turned out her stepmother had exchanged all the chips for dollars!

"I'm sorry, but I need to go home and attend to my man. I regret it deeply!" Grace Martin replied calmly, neither humble nor overbearing.

He didn't release Grace Martin's hand, just kept staring at her, his breath growing heavier...

With a sudden force, he pulled Grace Martin, and in an instant, both she and the safe box rolled into his Porsche. He was actually playing hardball! Half-embracing Grace Martin, he breathed heavily, his nose exhaling thick breaths...

"Grace Martin, I'll devour you! Do you believe it?!" He brought his face close to Grace Martin's, and the exhalation from his mouth hit her face heavily.

"You dare not! This is James Martin's territory, and I am James Martin's daughter! If you devour me, wouldn't it be declaring war against James Martin?! I suggest you think twice!" Grace Martin didn't look at him; she averted her head to the side.

Unexpectedly, the next second, he blocked Grace Martin's lips, like a frenzied male lion, nibbling at Grace Martin. She resisted with all her might...