Queen Revenge

After the text message was sent, I didn’t receive a reply, with Yao Mubai’s kind of character, he shouldn’t have replied.

I don’t know how Yao Mubai is doing now, I heard Wang Yuan say she was injured before, where did she get hurt?

When I realized that I was actually thinking about these questions, I quickly shook them off and went back to the SWEETHEART room to rest.

In the middle of the night, I was so thirsty that I put on a jacket and went downstairs to drink water, when I passed by Mr. Richter’s mother’s room, I saw that the door was hidden, I walked over with the intention of closing the door behind me, my hand gripped the door handle, my eyes lifted up, and when I saw the scene inside the room, I was so shocked that I stared at both my eyes straight, and my body went ice cold.

In the room, only turned on a night light, not very bright, but can roughly see the room furnishings, the original stroke lying on the bed can not move Mr. Richter’s mother is not on the bed, but stood next to the cabinet as if looking for something, moving freely.

What’s going on here?

Isn’t Mr. Richter’s mother unable to walk?

I was shocked, suddenly, Mr. Richter’s mother seemed to sense my gaze, and turned her head fiercely to look over, her eyes stared straight at me, which looked particularly scary in this late night, and I subconsciously retreated two steps backward.

Just as I turned around to go back to my room, the back of my head suddenly hurt, and I fell to the ground, and when I was completely plunged into darkness, I vaguely saw Mr. Richter ‘s mother’s small feet coming towards me, and what happened after that I don’t know.

It was noon the next day when I woke up, and I woke up in SWEETHEART’s room.

The room was quiet, sweetheart had gotten up a long time ago, the curtains were drawn and the winter sunlight poured in, giving the illusion that it was a lifetime ago.

The back of my head still hurt a little, I raised my hand and rubbed it, just then, Walker Richter walked in, he was wearing a dark gray casual loungewear, the whole person looked fresh and clean, giving people a feeling of a stranger like jade, the male world is unmatched.

“Wake up, there is breakfast prepared in the kitchen, I’ll ask Wang Ma to heat it up for you.”

“How did I come back? I’m not …”

Last night’s memories flooded into my mind, I remembered what I saw in the middle of the night, and my back was so cool as if a cloudy wind had blown through it.

Walker Richter smiled warmly and said, “What how did you get back? You went back to your daughter’s room by yourself after playing chess with me last night, you forgot?”

That, naturally, I hadn’t forgotten.

I lifted the quilt and said sharply, “I don t mean that, I mean in the middle of the night last night, I remember that in the middle of the night, I got up to drink water, and I passed by the old lady’s room, and I saw that the door was not closed, and I was going to close the door, and then I saw the old lady, she …”

“Saw what?”

Walker Richter interrupted me with a sullen look.

I looked at him and crashed into his inky black eyes, and the words stuck in my throat, so I didn’t know how to say them.

Half a minute later, I asked, “How is the old lady?”

Last night that kind of thing, say out Walker Richter afraid will not believe, stroke Mr. Richter’s mother how can move freely, last night maybe I was blurred, may also be dreaming.

But I was awake enough to know that it wasn’t a dream, and that the pain in the back of my head was real.

Walker Richter told me, “Grandma just took her medicine and is sunbathing on the balcony.”

Later I went to Mr. Richter’s mother’s room, where she was lying in a recliner and was indeed sunbathing on the balcony, her mouth askew, her ten fingers stiff, unable to speak or move.

I found a reason to detach Walker Richter, and squatted down in front of Mr. Richter’s mother, and looked at her levelly: “Old madam, I had a dream last night, and dreamed that you were well.”

I said this on purpose, as I stared intently into the old lady’s eyes, testing her.

Mr. Richter’s mother tugged at her crooked mouth, her eyes rolled back and forth, and she looked as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t, which was a sign of a stroke, not like she could fake it.

But on second thought, if this was really Mr. Richter’s mother acting, it was horrible.

And, again, why would she do that?

Why would she pretend to be sick for a good reason?

And who was it that knocked me out behind me last night?

And did Walker Richter know about Mr. Richter’s mother, or, was he fully aware and following through with the charade?

Too many things have been going on lately, weighing down my nerves to the point of collapsing, true and false, what is true and what is false, who is a human being and who is a ghost.

I can’t tell the difference anymore.

I held Mr. Richter’s mother’s hand and tried to break it with force, her fingers were so stiff that she couldn’t move them at all.

I gently patted the back of Mr. Richter’s mother’s hand, “Old madam, nowadays medicine is advanced, you will definitely get well.”

Mr. Richter’s mother blinked, a sign of gratitude.

I smiled, got up and walked out of the room.

After leaving from THE Richter family, I never mentioned what I saw that night to anyone again either.

Sometimes reticence isn’t necessarily an option.

During the Spring Festival, I received quite a few invitations, either this one treating me or that one organizing a banquet.

They were all business partners, so it was impossible to decline all of them. If you want to do business, you have to deal with people, and you have to get used to this kind of socializing and entertaining.

Fiona Croix sometimes accompanies me.

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, the boss of Rongfa Group invited me to a party, and Fiona Croix accompanied me.

The invitation was held at the boss’s home, a small party, and all the guests were prestigious people, such as me, who had little seniority, were invited only because of Walker Richter’s honor.

Even Fiona Croix teased me: “Other people in business have balding hair, racking their brains to build up contacts, raise funds and find partners, but in your case, a Walker Richter will take care of everything, so you can really count the money while lying down.”

“Watch your words, what do you mean by lying down.” I gave her a blank look, crying a little.

Fiona Croix immediately corrected, “It’s standing, standing.”

There is a lot of cooperation between Hill’s Group and the Richter Group, Walker Richter optimistic about the project, will always pull Hill’s together to make money, over time, even if he does not send a message within the circle, those people are also very insightful, know that Hill’s Group is Walker Richter cover, are eager to tie up to get a piece of the pie, who would Who would go against Hill’s?

As we were chatting, I caught a glimpse of another guest, and I elbowed Fiona Croix: “Look who’s here.”

Fiona Croix followed my line of sight and looked over.

The old president of Ronghua went up to personally greet none other than Jack Astor, and his wife Liang Ying.

Today was really lively, Liang Ying and Fiona Croix clashed, both wearing a dark green long dress with a fur coat.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

One is the ex-wife and the other is the current one.

The two met, naturally, and it was a pretty win.

I whispered in Fiona Croix’s ear: “The so-called collision is not terrible, who is ugly and who is embarrassed, you in the temperament and appearance of this piece of complete abuse her.”

Fiona Croix gouged out a glance at me, “Did you know that they would come today, that’s why you insisted on dragging me here.”

I smiled and spread my hands innocently, “How could I, am I that kind of person? Besides, I didn’t drag you here by force.”

Fiona Croix laughed without a smile, “I don’t know you yet, you’ve got a belly full of bad blood lately and I don’t know who you learned it from.”

I laughed, “Look how ugly Liang Ying’s face is, how is it? How’s your mood?”

“Cool.” Fiona Croix pulled on her fur and smiled back, “Look who’s here.”

I followed Fiona Croix’s gaze to the entrance and got a headache when I saw who was coming. It’s still really a wrong person.