President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 857 Blessed

At Queeny’s words, Irvin's clean face went red.

He hesitated, afraid to admit or deny.

He was afraid that if he made a mistake, Martha would become angry and leave.

Then they really wouldn’t be friends anymore.

So he was a little alarmed to hear Queeny speak out. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

He turned quickly to Martha and saw that there was no sign of anger on her face. Instead, she smiled

slyly at him.

“I see! I wouldn't have known if Queeny hadn't said it."

Irvin smiled with secret relief when he realized she wasn't angry. “Martha, I... I didn't give it to you

because I wanted to chase you, I, I just think you’re really nice, and you’re too good for the best things,

I...”

As he spoke, he could have bitten his tongue off.

He was usually a smooth talker, but why did he stutter when it mattered?

What a fool!

Seeing him in such a hurry, Martha couldn't help laughing.

“Well, I know what you're thinking.”

She paused, mustered a smile on her face and said, “I didn't say anything to you. What’s the hurry? It’s

up to you.”

Then she turned her head away from him.

Irvin was stunned.

He didn't quite understand what she meant.

Seeing this, Queeny thought to himself, how could he, normally such a smart man, look like a nerd at

such a critical time?

She quickly and quietly nudged his arm with her elbow, and when he looked over, she gave him a hint

with her eyes.

Irvin and Queeny, after all, had known each other for a long time. It was just a look, and he knew

immediately what she meant.

A rush of joy rushed over him.

Up to him? Did that mean she didn't turn him down?

Was it just that he was still on probation because they’ve only just met?

And he had a chance!

Irvin felt very happy, as if he had been reassured, and naturally calmed down and straightened himself

up.

After a moment, he could not help leaning over Martha and said, “You can rest assured, I will do my

best.”

Martha did not say anything.

But it was clear from Queeny's point of view that she was smiling happily.

She nodded. Martha didn't seem totally uninterested in Irvin after all.

They were perfect for each other.

Queeny sighed, turned her head, sat up straight, and set her eyes on the stage.

The pair of jade bracelets just on the stage have been sold.

It was not low, but it was not too high either. Sixteen million for a pair of jade bracelets. The buyer was

probably not only interested in the color, but also the story behind the bracelet.

As she watched calmly, a hand reached out from her side.

She felt nervous and started to draw back, but he was quicker than she was and had her hand in his.

Queeny frowned, turned to Felix, and mouthed, “What?”

Felix didn't look very good.

If she looked closely, she could see a hint of grievance in those deep, penetrating eyes.

Queeny was more confused.

What was he aggrieved at?

She was vaguely aware that since Irvin’s birthday party he had learned the benefits of playing innocent,

he knew it would work better for her, so he fell in love that.

Did he really think she wouldn't beat him up?

Queeny's hand was locked in his and she couldn't move. Her other hand could not help but secretly

clenched into a fist.

She glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

The man, however, was unfazed.

His watery eyes were even more innocent.

Queeny was speechless.

Well, she admitted, she really bought it. She was not afraid that he would be unreasonable, but that he

would play innocent.

After all, not everyone could stand the feeling of a tiger in your arms.

Queeny took a deep breath and quietly lowered her temper. “What's wrong?” she asked.

“Why are you talking to Irvin and not to me?” said Felix bitterly.

Queeny was very confused

Amused, she asked him, “What do you want me to say to you?”

Felix paused, and there was a flash of panic in his eyes.

“Baby, do you think we've reached the point of having nothing to say to each other?”

“…”

Queeny was outraged.

Fortunately, before she could lose her temper completely, the next item came on stage.

All eyes were drawn to the hall as the lights suddenly brightened.

On the stage, an antique gold wire armor was being pushed up slowly.

Armor, actually, was a little inaccurate. To be more precise, it was a gold vest.

The host professionally introduced, “Excavated in the 14th century, this piece of gold wire armor is

invulnerable. It was a personal treasure of emperors in ancient times and could protect their lives at

critical times.”

Somehow, at that moment, Queeny felt blessed.

As soon as the bidding started, she immediately picked up the number plate and called out a number.

At the same time, however, there was another man.

The voice came from nearby, low and sweet, “ten million.”

She turned her head and caught Felix's eyes.

They were both silent for a few seconds, and Queeny silently put the number plate down.

Because this soft armor was more ornamental than practical for ordinary people. No one would wear a

soft armor to work.

So, although everyone knew it was very valuable, there was no one to bid for it except a few merchants

who wanted to collect it.

Of course, even if they were in the auction, they would be no match for Felix.

So the armor was sold to Felix for 30 million dollars.

The item is sent backstage and will be delivered to Felix on the spot after the payment was done.

The room was quiet again.

On stage, the host has begun to call out the next lot.

Queeny, on the other hand, was a little confused.

In fact, she had been tempted to bid because it had occurred to her that the invulnerability of such a

treasure, though useless to ordinary people, would be very useful to Felix.

After all, he was a complicated man who was in danger almost all the time.

Who knows how many enemies lurk behind and around him when he walks on the knifepoint for years?

As a man who had been engaged in dangerous business for years, who knew how many enemies lurk

behind and around him?

For example, when she and Felix were together, back when Dragon Club was still big, she saw Felix

assassinated four times.