Chapter 3 The Power of Husband

"You have no choice, neither of us has a choice" Gustav Quinsley also seemed to have received a heavy blow, and suddenly aged ten years.

Emma's whole body was very stiff. She watched her grandfather turn around and leave coldly. She felt her vision go black and her legs became weak.

She fainted on her wedding day.

Archie Grafton took the microphone from the host beside him and said in a low voice with a smile, "My bride passed out happily. Guests, thank you for coming to attend my and Miss Emma Quinsley's wedding. If there is anything we do not take care of, please forgive us."

After Archie Grafton said that, he threw the microphone away and bent down. He used his strong and strong arms to carry the fainted Emma Quinsley horizontally.

He took a deep step and left!

"You can't do this." Emily Quinsley was dressed in a pure white wedding dress and her tears fell like rain. She looked at the man who should belong to her carrying Emma who was not as good as her as he left. Her heart also seemed to have been ruthlessly cut off and was dripping with blood.

It was a perfectly fine wedding and such a well-matched husband and wife, yet the ending was so reversed. It was simply unbelievable and an eye-opener.

It was said that Archie Grafton was like a devil in the business world. He didn't play according to the routine and caught his opponent unprepared. He was a dark person in his heart. He was so dark that he could make others tremble in fear. What he did today was indeed his style.

Quinsley Family's reputation had been completely lost. All the guests knew the purpose of the Quinsley Family selling women for riches, and they were all pointing fingers at the Quinsley Family.

The group of people from the Quinsley Family couldn't hold the scene any longer, and they left dejectedly.

Within the Grafton Family's Manor House!

Three black Rolls-Royce quickly drove in through the manor's gate.

Archie Grafton carried a woman with a cold expression as he got off the car in the middle.

He walked upstairs and walked into the bedroom. He threw the woman in his arms onto the bed coldly.

The woman fainted without any reaction. She was like a puppet doll.

Emma Quinsley did not expect that she would become the chess piece for Archie Grafton's revenge. From now on, her fate was entangled with him.

Archie Grafton did not look at the girl on the bed. Instead, he leaned against the side of the French window. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Green and white smoke covered his cold face. His gloomy eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Finally, he turned the people of Quinsley Family into a joke. His father didn't succeed, but he did.

This was only the beginning. He wanted to step on the Quinsley Family bit by bit and turn it into mud.

Maybe it was the smell of the smoke that woke up the fainted girl. Her weak body coughed a few times before slowly getting up.

The girl's waist-length jet-black hair scattered messily on her chest. Her red face seemed to be in an awkward state.

Emma painfully opened her eyes wide. Her first feeling was that this was a very strange place.

Then, she looked in the direction of the smoke. She saw a tall figure leaning against the window, staring out the window.

In the smoke, his cold and handsome face seemed to have no warmth at all.

"Where is this? Why did you bring me here?" Emma immediately jumped down from the bed and questioned him.

The man was like a lion that had been woken up. He retracted the sharp light in his eyes and looked at the angry girl.

"Mrs. Grafton, it's your new identity. Remember it!" The man pressed the cigarette butt on the glass window and then threw the cigarette butt into the small vat beside him. His voice was low and indifferent.

"I don't want to be Mrs. Grafton, and I don't want to be either. Hurry up and let me go, I want to go home!" Emma looked at this man, her pupils contracting. She was so scared that her entire body was trembling.

"Go home? Go back to where? Quinsley Family? Are you sure they won't eat you alive? Or do you want to be kicked out of the house and live on the streets?" The man's tone was full of contempt and ridicule.

But this was reality, a cruel fact that Emma had to face.

"You are simply a bastard. Why did you destroy my life? You raped me! I'm suing you!" Emma lowered her head and growled. The swirling tears finally fell. She covered her face and accused him of his crimes.

Archie Grafton saw her falling tears and his handsome eyes narrowed. He only felt annoyed.

How could this be? He had calculated countless times and had actually forgotten that this woman was disobedient.

I thought she'd be as excited as an idiot to marry him, but now it looks like she's an idiot, a little idiot.

"Have you been wronged by marrying me?" Archie Grafton asked her coldly.

"You bastard!" She pointed a small hand at his face and cursed.

"I only used my power as husband and wife with you in advance. If you dare to do this again, we will continue tonight." The man elegantly walked to her side and slightly leaned over. His thin lips were emitting hot air from her soft earlobe.

"You bastard, I won't allow you to mess around." Emma Quinsley was so scared that she even forgot to cry and immediately escaped three meters away.

"You won't allow it?" The man raised his thick eyebrows. "In the Grafton Family, I always have the final say. "

Emma's small face stiffened. Yes, her threat was not strong at all. The man in front of her was as scary and powerful as a devil.

How could she suppress him by throwing a tantrum?

"Now, do you still want to return to Quinsley Family?" Archie Grafton thought that he had scared her and asked indifferently.

"Yes, I want to go back and explain everything clearly!" Emma had no other thoughts at this moment. She only hoped that the people of Quinsley Family could still distinguish right from wrong and knew that all of this was not caused by her.

Archie Grafton didn't think that she would have such a backbone. She actually dared to return to the Quinsley Family at this time.

He didn't stop her. Instead, he took out a business card from his pocket and placed it in front of her chest in an evil manner. "If you have something to do, remember to look for your husband!"

Emma Quinsley was shocked by his frivolous tone. She would look for him? No way.

She did not want to see him again in this lifetime.

"Don't even think about running away. You will always be Archie Grafton's woman. If you run away, I will make you suffer when I find you." Archie Grafton warned her.

He could tell that this woman was dishonest.

"You can kill me now. It's good for everyone if I die!" Emma was ready to throw caution to the wind. She had lost all her face today.

"You misunderstood me!" Archie Grafton realized that teasing Emma Quinsley was really an interesting thing.

"You are shameless!" Emma Quinsley angrily gritted her teeth and cursed.

To think that there would be such a dirty bastard in the world. It was an eye-opener for her.

"I will ask my housekeeper to send someone to send you!" Archie Grafton said in a friendly tone. His elegant and noble figure disappeared from the doorway.

Emma Quinsley clenched her hands in anger and anger. She quickly followed him downstairs.

Her mind was in a mess right now, but she still decided to go back to Quinsley Family to prove her crime.

When she thought about how the Quinsley Family nurtured her, Emma was filled with guilt. She was the illegitimate daughter of her mother, and after her mother married abroad. . . She did not care about her and was adopted by her grandfather and grandmother in the Quinsley Family. Ever since she was a child, she knew that she was considered half an outsider. She didn't cause any trouble either. She would follow the rules and dream that one day. . . She would be able to leave the Quinsley Family and live a carefree life.

However, this dream had been forcefully torn apart by Archie Grafton.

She had become a sinner of the Quinsley Family and destroyed Emily's happiness. Would the Quinsley Family still forgive her?

She went downstairs in a trance and saw a black Rolls-Royce parked at the door. A young man stood beside the car and said to her with a smile, "Young mistress, please get in the car. Young master asked me to send you back."

Emma Quinsley hurriedly got into the car and the door was closed tightly.

Through the window, she saw the long and well-built figure of the man in the bright living room. He held a glass of water in his hand and drank elegantly, but his eyes were fixed in her direction.

Emma's mind was blank for no reason. She immediately avoided his burning gaze and lowered her head to the seat.

The car sped across the huge manor of Grafton Family and drove towards the bustling city.

Half an hour later, the car stopped steadily at the entrance of the Quinsley Family's villa.