Queen Revenge

Being the first time we met, Susan Su invited us to dinner, Walker Richter gave me a look and politely declined, “My wife is tired, Su, some other time, I’ll host a treat.”

Susan Su laughed and joked, “Having a wife is different, now you are really good at caring for people, good, then we’ll have dinner some other time, you take Xiao Nan back to rest first.”

Walker Richter’s outward declaration of my identity as a wife made a warm current flow through my heart and satisfied my sense of vanity even more.

Susan Su walked us to the entrance of the bank, we exchanged contact information and she told me to call her anytime I was free.

Back at Pear orchard, I went ahead and took a shower, I hadn’t slept all night and wouldn’t have dared to under those circumstances, I was so tired, even Walker Richter helped blow-dry my hair.

I lay in his lap, the wind whistling in my ears, my eyes closed, “How many women have you blown out your hair with such skill.”

“You’re the first.” Walker Richter was honest, and after a pause added, “And the last.”

I opened my eyes languidly and lay in his lap looking at his chin, “Walker Richter, has anyone ever told me you’re a good tease.”

An offhand remark is a blow to the heart.

A faint smile played at the corner of his mouth, “You’re the first.”

Another would-be hit.

I laughed, “I can remember your words today.”

“Good.”

After blow-drying my hair, he took out the ointment and applied it to the bruises on my wrists, his movements gentle for fear of hurting me.

At that moment I believed that he had given me all his tenderness, and I was grateful that I had been so blessed.

“You can’t be allowed to go out alone anymore.” Walker Richter said this suddenly, his eyes turning suddenly cold at the sight of the bruises on my wrists.

I actually had a flash of fear, if the bearded man had been a little more deranged, where would I have been able to wait for Walker Richter to come to my rescue.

I glanced at Walker Richter’s demeanor and hesitantly asked, “Did you, did you already know that SWEETHEART wasn’t born to Bella Hill?”

His reaction was so out of character.

He said nothing about the bearded man’s words on the way from the bank to his home.

That, coupled with the paternity report in his study, is why I’m guessing so much.

Walker Richter gave a slight pause in his application, then continued with an emotionless “hmmm”.

The “uh-huh” made me double over, “So whose kid is sweetheart with you?”

I subconsciously had a sense of crisis and jealousy at the thought of someone giving Walker Richter SWEETHEART.

Walker Richter stared at me with a deep gaze and pursed his lips. I couldn’t understand what was hidden in his starry eyes, but I always felt as if he had something he wanted to say, but he was hesitating.

It would have been unusual that the ever-decisive Walker Richter would hesitate.

I’m even more curious about SWEETHEART’s real mother.

But I waited and Walker Richter came back with, “I don’t know.”

The child is so old that Walker Richter doesn’t know who the mother is?

I got up from his lap and looked at him with skepticism, “Are you afraid to say anything because you’re afraid I’ll get mad?”

He looked at me frankly, “I don’t know.”

I couldn’t find any trace of lying in his eyes, either he was too perfect in his disguise or he really didn’t know.

The thought of Walker Richter being anyone other than Bella Hill, Pheobe Wilson makes my heart sink.

“Also, a man of President Richter’s status, how can there be less women, afraid that you sleep with someone else without knowing it, maybe you recall well, there are still wandering bastards out there.”

That’s a sour note on my part.

Even my own teeth hurt when I hear it.

Walker Richter, however, smiled, a frowny kind of smile, with a doting look in his eyes, “I’ll only recognize the child that comes out of your womb.”

I bristled and made a little fuss over him, laying down and deliberately turning my back on him, gamely keeping quiet.

I do care.

But before I met him, he was already known as a womanizer, and who doesn’t know that Walker Richter has no shortage of women wherever he goes, so it’s really no fun for me to eat this dry vinegar.

After half a day of not seeing him move, I couldn’t help but turn around again, only to see him just looking at me with a gentle gaze.

I was instantly a little embarrassed, “What have you been staring at me for.”

“I like it when you’re jealous.”

“Walker Richter,” I was so pissed off, I pinched my fist and pounded it into his chest, his chest was so hard that my fist landed on his chest like it was hitting a rock, my hand hurt, but he was fine.

Walker Richter smiled and covered my hand in his, “Well, you’re tired too, get some rest, I’m going out.”

I could probably guess what he was going to do.

The bearded man was being taken to the police station, and he definitely had to make the trip.

I remembered something and asked him, “Does Susan Su have a boyfriend.”

“Never heard of it, why do you ask.”

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It seems Walker Richter didn’t know Susan Su had a boyfriend either, or perhaps, the man at the hotel wasn’t Susan Su’s boyfriend.

After Walker Richter went out, I caught up on my day’s sleep at home, and after a good night’s sleep it was time for dinner.

Walker Richter didn’t come back from a social engagement, so I ate alone.

Just about halfway through the meal, I got a call from Ulysses Will, who asked me to come over.

What exactly, Ulysses Will didn’t say on the phone.

Mysterious.

I had to change my clothes and make a trip over there.

As soon as I arrived at his place, Ulysses Will looked serious and said, “Someone is posing as you back at THE HILL FAMILY, and it’s something you should know about and plan to do about.”

So that’s what this is about.

“Wait and see.” I said, “It’s not worth it to spook the other side until we know what they’re up to.”

Walker Richter has said that the key to Yilia Young’s stay in THE Hill family is Frank Hill, and I’m sure Frank Hill knows something about it in his heart of hearts, as to why he let Yilia Young impersonate me and not reveal it is unknown.

Ulysses Will suddenly took out a pile of information: “This is what I got someone to investigate, this Lucien Bo has a problem, the clinic he runs has been losing money for a few years, but he has a lot of family assets under his name, I suspect that this clinic is not as simple as it appears on the surface, and the Hill family is a pharmaceutical company, and this Yilia Young is pretending to be you to enter the Hill family. Yilia Young is posing as you to enter the Hill family, I’m afraid something will happen.”

After I read the information he gave me, I wasn’t really surprised or concerned about what he said, but I was a little surprised, “How did you go about checking this out.”

He’s not even that into Bella Hill’s whereabouts, but he’s inquiring about these irrelevant people.

Ulysses Will looks away, looking away, “Martin Mo came to see me, did something happen between you two?”

“What could I possibly have to do with him.” I stared at the information and didn’t look at him.

“He says you’re in love with Walker Richter,” Ulysses Will looked at me with complicated eyes, “Are you serious, or … just lying to him. ”

The three of us have known each other for about the same amount of time, and what Martin Mo can see through at a glance, Ulysses Will has to come begging.

The person who knows me best is Martin Mo.