Queen Revenge

Walker Richter took two puffs of his cigarette and grunted, “You’re pretty self-aware, I do hate to strangle you.”

My heart skipped a beat.

I just asked tentatively, he still really knows everything, just now defending nothing more than his man’s dignity, a betrayed man, his anger at this time, I believe he is really able to strangle me.

The calmer Walker Richter acted, the more of a foreboding feeling I had here in my heart.

It wasn’t me who cuckolded Walker Richter, and I’m not stupid enough to take the fall for Bella Hill.

“Walker Richter, I know a man who was cuckolded …”

Just when I had the courage to confess that I was Alva Hill, Walker Richter flicked the ashes from his fingertips, his biting eyes sizing me up, “You’ve been around me for so long, and there’s really not a single thing you miss about it, and you can’t wait to get out of the Richter family? Am I not good enough for you? I’m not good enough for you?”

“Uh?”

Why do I think Walker Richter is missing the point of the matter.

Bella Hill is cuckolding him and he’s still here asking if there’s a souvenir.

At first I stayed to save my life, and robbed Bella Hill – Ms. Richter’s identity, which is also a kind of revenge for her, and now that the matter has been exposed, if I don’t leave, do I still want to stay and be punished and blamed by THE Richter family.

Suffer the thunderous wrath of Walker Richter?

It’s a fool’s errand.

Walker Richter’s brow was knitted tightly, his eyes sunk, and he gazed at me with a look so complex I couldn’t read it at all, but he kept his gaze on me, and it sent shivers down my spine, and I was so afraid that he’d swoop over and maul me the next moment.

Ben Richter has domestic violence tendencies, maybe Walker Richter does too.

I swallowed apprehensively and tried to soften my tone as much as I could without pissing him off, “Walker Richter, I know you’ve been good to me all this time, giving me whatever I want, picking me stars out of the sky, but with what’s happened, do you think I’m still going to be able to stay?”

I took the bracelet off my hand, and the black cards he had given me earlier were taken out and placed in front of him one by one, along with an IOU that I had written long ago.

“I swiped a million dollars, this money is considered to be the money I borrowed from you, this is an IOU, I will return it as soon as I have the money, don’t worry, I won’t renege on the debt, and this bracelet is also returned to you.”

Walker Richter’s gaze fell on the IOU, and his eyes deepened, deep and obscure like a fine net, wrapping me so tightly that I couldn’t breathe.

“You’re really early.” A cold aura swept across the corner of Walker Richter’s eyes, “Do you think I, Walker Richter, will take back what I gave away? The money was given to you, how you spend it is your freedom, do you really think I care about that? Who do you think I, Walker Richter, am?”

Of course I know Walker Richter cares about more than that.

He was betrayed. A man’s dignity was lost.

He has always been arrogant, but he had to break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, admitting that SWEETHEART is his daughter, how suffocating it must be.

With Walker Richter, I actually felt a twinge of sympathy.

I pursed my lips, heart a cross, said in a serious tone: “a man was his own wife cuckold, your heart iron certain very angry, I also quite sympathetic to you, but things happen, can only face is not it, between adults and children have nothing to do with the matter of sweetheart is innocent, she is just a child who does not understand anything, also hope that you don’t be angry with sweetheart, and, Walker Richter, I’m not your…..”

“A million dollars, even if you work for a lifetime you can’t pay it back, come to work on Monday, this million dollars will be deducted from your salary, when this million dollars is paid back, you want to leave, I will never stop you.”Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Working off your debt?

Stunned, I subconsciously asked, “What’s the monthly salary?”

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt like I had a brain fart, how could I ask such a question.

Shouldn’t the point be how Walker Richter could make such a claim?

Walker Richter had a foxy smile on his lips, “Ten thousand a month.”

“Then wouldn’t I have to work for you for ten years without eating or drinking to pay off the million dollars?”

Isn’t this a contract of sale in disguise?

“According to the appraisal and processing salary, if the performance is good, the annual salary will be one million.” Walker Richter a tone of assiduous and kind, the words turned, cold snort, language with threats: “You think about it, is into the company to get a million annual salary, today’s matter will be written off, or return to the Hill family, nothing, even on the streets, reputation ruined.”

A million dollars a year is a tantalizing salary.

If Walker Richter pursues this today, the Hill family will really be out on the streets, if not surviving in the North Side at all.

And whether I’m Bella Hill or Alva Hill, I’m just going to have to go out on the street and beg for food, and no company is going to want me.

I pondered for a few seconds, “Really write it off?”

“I, Walker Richter, am a man of my word.”

When it comes down to it, I don’t seem to have a choice.

Even if I said I was Alva Hill and Walker Richter didn’t believe me, I’d still have to go out on the streets and beg for food.

“Good.”

I didn’t realize at the time that it was a hole dug by Walker Richter and just jumped into it until, years later, I was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the end of the water and regretting it.

The corner of Walker Richter’s mouth hooked up an imperceptible arc, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, got up and walked to the drawer, took out a document from it, and casually threw it in front of me, “Mouths are not evidence, sign it, stamp your handprints, and come to work on Monday.”

This agreement looks like it was prepared long ago.

But when was Walker Richter ready?

Does he still have the ability to see things before they happen?

Seriously, I hadn’t even scratched the surface of what Walker Richter’s operation was until I signed the paper, and what his intentions were in doing all this.

I looked at Walker Richter as he organized the signed agreement and asked the question on my mind, “Walker Richter, did you already know something?”

I always felt as if Walker Richter had known the secret that I was Alva Hill.

Otherwise, I can’t really explain why he was so calm today and didn’t lash out at me and pursue the matter.

Sexy thin lips shallowly curved in a wry arc as he asked me rhetorically, “What should I know?”

I met his ink deep eyes, narrow and deep phoenix eyes as deep as the bottomless pool, this life can completely touch Walker Richter mind of the people, I am afraid that there is no it.

The storm set off by Nancy Richter was finally covered up by Walker Richter in a lighthearted manner, and the sweetheart life fiasco just subsided, making it seem like a dream.

Until Walker Richter had someone pack up his stuff and he and I moved back to Pear orchard with sweetheart, my mind was still all over the place, always feeling like something was wrong and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Walker Richter got me and sweetheart settled in and went about his business as usual, as if the incident had never happened.

Aunt Lexi & Kelly Zex take sweetheart on a break while my cell phone is dying from Jane Hasis and also Ulysses Will.