Chapter 3 Have a Child

"Do you know what I, Myron Quigley, hate the most?" He panted heavily with bloodshot eyes. "Cough, cough, cough..." Josie was pinched until her throat hurt. Other than coughing, she could not say anything else. "Since you are seeking death, I'll grant your wish." After saying that, Myron grabbed her arm and carried her to the bedroom like a little chick, then he threw her onto the bed. "Hey, you... What do you want?" Josie was shocked. She was a bit scared of Myron indeed. The man pulled down his tie with one hand and pressed the remote control with the other. The curtains in the bedroom closed and instantly the room went lightless. There was only one sound in the darkness and Josie's clothes were destroyed by Myron. "Bastard, let go of me! I came here to... ask for money." Josie resisted, but suddenly realized that something was wrong with him. Only then did she realize what was going on, but it was already too late when she got up and tried to escape. ... The next day. It was already noon when Josie woke up naturally. Lying in bed, she moved her body, only to find that her whole body was sore as if she had been severely beaten up, and her body was so sticky that it made her collapse. Josie sat up and looked at the bedroom. There was no trace of Myron, and the clean clothes were put on the bedside. She got up and quickly went to the bathroom to wash up. She didn't have time to remove her makeup before walking out of the bedroom because she wanted to ask Myron for an explanation. She walked out of the bedroom and found that there was a strange man sitting on the sofa in the living room. "My name is Charles Sandon. I'm Master Quigley's special assistant." Without waiting for Josie to speak, Charles introduced himself. "Where is that bastard, Myron? He left after sleeping with me. He doesn't want to admit it, does he?" Josie, who was full of anger, cursed angrily. Bastard? Charles was stunned. The ignorant were fearless. He did not argue with her. He pointed to a box of medicine on the table and said, "Boss ordered you to either drink the medicine and get out of Langi City or die! Miss Murphy, choose for yourself." He already knew her name, so he must have done an investigation. Josie's heart skipped a beat. She felt Myron's ruthlessness and could not help but tremble with fear. Instantly, the fire of arrogance in her heart was extinguished. She pursed her lips. "Um... I... I want to see Myron. I saved his life. How can he bite the hand that feeds him?" Hearing this, Charles smiled contemptuously. "I've already gotten used to this kind of clumsy lie. Do you think Boss will believe that?" "Everything I said is true. That day..." "Miss Murphy!" "Don't try my patience," Charles said impolitely. Ding - The elevator door opened. Josie thought it would be Myron, but who knew that the one who walked out of the elevator was an old lady with a full head of silver hair, she looked very graceful with two followers behind her. "Madam Quigley," Charles bowed. "What are you doing?" Madam Quigley walked in and glared at Charles. "Madam, I am just handling some private matters for Boss." Charles replied honestly. "Your so-called private matter is to get rid of the Quigley family's great-grandson?" Madam Quigley pointed at the box of medicine on the table. Josie was stunned. What great-grandson? She followed Madam Quigley's eyesight and looked at the box of medicine. She could not help but wonder. Could it be that the 'great-grandson' that Madam Quigley mentioned was in her belly... "This is Boss' intention." "Hmph, if there's any problem, just let that bastard come to me." Madam Quigley turned around and walked towards Josie. Her serious face instantly turned into a kind and amiable smile. "You are Josie?" Josie did not like Myron, nor did she have any feelings for Madam Quigley. However, out of courtesy, she still asked, "Yes, Grandma. Can I help you?" "Although your look ordinary, what you said is quite sweet." Madam Quigley was beaming with happiness when she heard the word 'Grandma.' Josie was born with fair skin, but she deliberately smeared her skin color. She even painted her eyebrows very thick and added many spots on her face. At first glance, she looked indeed quite ordinary. Madam Quigley held her hand intimately. "Little girl, this old woman is getting old. I just want to have a great-grandson. I have investigated you and know that your parents are in hospital. And you work part-time to earn money to support your family. You are a good girl. As long as you are willing to have a child for the Quigley family, I will agree to any conditions." "No, no, no. Grandma, I know you want to have a great-grandson, but this is your family business. It has nothing to do with me." What kind of international joke was this? She couldn't possibly have a child for the Quigley family just because she hooked up with Myron. What kind of person do they think she is? It was too hasty!