Queen Revenge

This Ho obviously has something on Bella Hill to make such a threat.

In the old days, I would have been interested in finding out, but now that my identity has been blown by Walker Richter and my child is dead, I don’t have that kind of time to hitch a ride with someone Bella Hill knows and is threatened by.

I said coldly, “No money if you want it, and if you want Walker Richter just go ahead and get it.”

I hung up the phone after that and said to Kelly Zex, “In the future, if this person calls again, just hang up.”

“Yes, Young Lady.”

Sure enough the call came back after hanging up and I just blocked the missed call and blacklisted it.

Walker Richter came back in the wee hours of the morning smelling of booze. I was in the middle of reading a file when I heard the commotion and looked at the time to realize how late it was.

I got up and walked to the door of my room when I heard Kelly Zex’s voice, “Mr. Richter is back, I’m going to make you some sober soup.”

“No need.”

Kelly Zex does not die, assisted Walker Richter, behind the back to tell me the black complaint: “Sir, today there is a man called to find the young lady, the young lady is quite angry, and then hung up, but also said that in the future are not allowed to pick up this person’s phone, I am worried that the young lady is not encountered what happened.”

It’s not a worry, it’s a clear case of stirring up trouble.

Walker Richter was decidedly interested: “What else did the young lady say?”

“The young lady said she wanted no money and told the other man to go to the gentleman.” Kelly Zex observed Walker Richter’s demeanor and said, “Sir, do you think the young lady was threatened by someone.”

That’s all Kelly Zex is good for.

I sneered inwardly and folded my arms and went back to my room.

It wasn’t long before the door to the room was wrenched open and Walker Richter swaggered in.

I was holding my pajamas in my hand, ready to change, when I reminded him, “Mr. Richter, you’re in the wrong room.”

Sharing a room in THE Richter family’s old mansion was a way to hide it from the old lady, and now that this is Pear orchard, there’s no need for drama at all.

Walker Richter, as if he hadn’t heard, loosened his tie and headed straight for the bed, “Kind of tired, I’ll sleep here tonight.”

That’s a bit of a rascal.

“I’ll go next door then.”

There’s no way I’m still sleeping with Walker Richter.

My feet had just taken two steps when a force on my wrist and Walker Richter ripped me down onto the bed, a playful smile on his lips, “Are you afraid I’m going to eat you?”

The faint spray of alcohol on my face reminds me of a few months ago, when he came back with the same stench of alcohol, mistaking me for Bella Hill.

“I’m Alva Hill,” I meet his light gaze and raise my lips in a smile, “I’ll send Kelly Zex in if you need that.”

I worked part-time to pay him back a million dollars, but I didn’t think about paying him back in flesh.

I don’t know what I said wrong, but Walker Richter’s face went cold and he got up off of me, “I heard from Kelly Zex that someone called and harassed you.”

I sat up too and corrected, “The call was to your wife, Bella Hill, not me.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Walker Richter cast a sidelong glance, then dropped his eyes to the information on the table next to him and said, “Get an early night.”

Seeing him head for the door, not intending to sleep here, there was an inexplicable wave of loss in his heart.

“Walker Richter,” I called out to him, thinking, but asking the question that had been puzzling my mind for so long, “Why don’t you go to Bella Hill?”

His hand was on the doorknob, “One Ms. Richter is enough.”

The implication is that he doesn’t care who sits in this Ms. Richter position.

After Walker Richter left, I sat on the edge of my bed and fumed for a while.

For the next week, I went out to the office every day with Walker Richter, and while he was busy with his business, I was in the office reading the material.

The more I learn about the Richter Group, the more I admire Walker Richter in my heart.

The Richter Group is half the size it is today because of Walker Richter.

Although we go out together every day, there are very few times during the day that we get to see each other, he’s too busy.

Nancy Richter didn’t pick on me since then. Pheobe Wilson came to the company to see Walker Richter once, and when she saw me sitting in the office, she wasn’t surprised, but just gave me a strange look and left.

The man by the name of Ho had called once and not again, and there had been no more strange calls from Frank Hill’s side.

Life suddenly became calm, but I felt vaguely uneasy, with a feeling of a mountain storm.

After Bella Hill’s disappearance, there was no trace of her, except for one phone call to me, and all previous indications and speculations were eventually proven wrong.

It’s always hard for me to be at peace when Bella Hill doesn’t show up for a day.

Friday this day.

After work I was going to go see Fiona Croix and wonder how her week was going, and just as I left the office I got a call from Ulysses Will.

I then remembered promising to let him meet SWEETHEART.

Ulysses Will waited a couple days and I didn’t contact him, which is when he called me in a hurry.

I promised him I’d let him see SWEETHEART tonight.

Walker Richter happens to have gone on a business trip this morning and won’t be back without a couple days.

Back at Pear orchard, I cleaned up and headed out with sweetheart.

So as not to draw attention to the old mansion side, I made a date with Ulysses Will at an outside restaurant.

I drove there first, made a reservation in advance, parked the car, and walked into the restaurant with SWEETHEART in my arms, and was led by the waiter to the private room.

I didn’t expect to run into Selina Versta here.

She didn’t see me, looking hurried as she answered the phone and headed for the restroom.

I only heard one sentence.

“Randy Pan, you control too much, I’m Selina Versta, if you continue to control me like this, believe it or not I’ll make you regret it …”

Selina Versta’s voice is getting farther and farther away.

I stood in the doorway momentarily lost in thought.

Why did Selina Versta emphasize to Randy Pan that she was Selina Versta?

“Miss Hill? Your compartment is here.” The waitress spoke up to remind me.

“Okay, thanks.” I settled down and hugged SWEETHEART inside, “I’ll wait for my friend and order later.”

“Okay, just call me if you need anything.”

After the waitress went out, I kept thinking about Selina Versta’s words, and the more I thought about it, the more wrong I felt.

After waiting for almost ten minutes, Ulysses Will came, and when he saw sweetheart, his eyes immediately turned red, and his feet seemed as heavy as lead.

SWEETHEART is curious about the appearance of Ulysses Will, her eyes rolling around, her hands clapping and smiling gleefully at Ulysses Will.

It was that moment that tears rolled down Ulysses Will’s face.

He hastily turned his back to wipe the corners of his eyes, not daring to remove his mask so as not to frighten SWEETHEART.

He’s been treated, but it’s almost impossible to get back to where he was before, only that he’ll be better than he is now, but that will take time to recover.

“Do you want to hold her?”

I could tell Ulysses Will had been suppressing his emotions, he wanted to hug SWEETHEART so badly but was afraid to reach out.

“I’d rather not, I’m not very good at holding her, I’m afraid I’ll drop her.”

Ulysses Will never took his eyes off sweetheart from the moment he came in, if he hadn’t swindled his way to death in the first place, Bella Hill probably wouldn’t have married Walker Richter, and he and Bella Hill would have had a good ending, a family of three, and would have been very happy.