Queen Revenge

On the first day of the year, I slept in and woke up at exactly 10:00 a. m. When I opened my eyes, my gaze flicked to Walker Richter, who surprisingly didn’t go out, and I don’t know when he got up, dressed in a set of gray loungewear, sitting right next to him at the coffee table, drinking tea and reading papers.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up immediately, “Why didn’t you call me.”

“Nothing today, so I’ll let you sleep a little longer.” Walker Richter waved at me, a gesture that was like calling a beloved family pet, “Come here.”

He seemed to be in a good mood today, and I lifted the covers off the floor, and the snow was still falling outside the window in flakes.

I walked over, sat down across from him, and asked him, “Are there any rules for THE Richter family on the first day of the year?”

His hand flipping through the papers paused, his slightly narrowed gaze flickering for a moment, “No.”

“Oh.” I was a bit thirsty, so I poured myself a cup of tea to drink, suddenly remembering the tea Kelly Zex made, I said, “After living in the old mansion for so long as well, when are we going to move back to Pear orchard? Kelly Zex can make quite a lot of tea, and is waiting for you to go back and taste it.”

He took a sip from his teacup, a smile at the corner of his mouth, “My lady is so understanding.”

“Ahem.”

I choked and coughed on my tea and smiled once, “You weren’t the one who said last time that you liked the tea Kelly Zex made.”

Walker Richter really did know what I was keeping Kelly Zex for.

“It was pretty good.” Walker Richter kind of meant that.

It was a bit of a surprise to be able to have such a peaceful banter with Walker Richter so early in the morning.

And this feeling, too, made people feel comfortable, even if they didn’t talk, just sipping tea and watching him flipping through the documents, they all felt like it was a kind of enjoyment.

I slapped my head to shake the thoughts out of my head and set down my cup of tea to walk to the closet.

Pulling open the closet, I found a few more new clothes in there, and looking at the price tags, all of which were in the six figures a piece, I asked him in surprise, “Did you buy them?”

“Uh-huh.” He responded in a cloudy voice, “Try it on.”

Rich really amazing, these clothes how to be ten million bottom, not to mention the closet of a few more new bags, but he is so calm, as if it is just a drop in the bucket.

Romance, indeed, belongs to the rich.

“Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?”

He crossed his legs, the papers resting right on his knees, and looked at me with an air of “Do you think that’s good?”

“A man willing to spend money for a woman, that’s not good enough.”

As the saying goes, a man who is willing to spend money for you doesn’t necessarily love you, but a man who won’t spend money for you definitely doesn’t love you.

That theory kind of doesn’t hold up with Walker Richter though, he’s not short on cash.

Walker Richter nodded thoughtfully in agreement with my words before pulling out another black card, “You take it.”

The corner of my eye jerked hard, what the hell is Walker Richter doing?

Does he mean to be nice to me?

When I hesitated, he added, “No limit.”

No, no limit?

My jaw dropped as I stared at the black card, of which there weren’t many in the world, and gulped down a mouthful of cigarette smoke, “You’re not afraid I’m going to lose all your family’s money? Or run away with the money?”

He stroked his chin, a light smile hidden in his dark eyes, “It’s also your skill to lose it all.”

I don’t know how much Walker Richter’s personal assets are, I only know that the Richter family is very rich, super rich, with garage after garage of limited edition sports cars.

I was about to say something when Walker Richter’s cell phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID, and instead of answering it in front of me, he shoved his black card into my hand and walked out of the room to answer it himself.

Who’s calling, so secretive.

Could it be Pheobe Wilson?

I didn’t care who it was, I looked down at the black card in my hand, and a little bit of dreaming.

It’s a black card that many people never get in their lives, and Walker Richter was right, hold on to his thighs and you’ll be able to mingle.

I washed up and changed into the clothes bought by Walker Richter. It’s true that people rely on clothes and Buddha relies on gold, the whole temperament is different once the expensive clothes are on.

Walker Richter has a great eye and each outfit was very nice, as if it was made for me.

Walker Richter took a long phone call and was late coming back, so I went to see SWEETHEART, and Tina Deross was there, and she loves SWEETHEART so much that most of the time she cuddles and coaxes her like she’s her own daughter.

Seeing me in a new outfit, Tina Deross had a look of envy in her eyes and said, “That’s a nice outfit, Walker bought it, didn’t he?”

“Hmm.” I took SWEETHEART from her arms, the little girl loves to scratch her hair now, she scratches my hair as soon as she’s in my arms, I’m hurting from the tugging, but she’s having fun with it.

I purposely got mean and stopped her, “SWEETHEART, no.”

SWEETHEART stared at me very aggressively, and being looked at with those beautiful eyes, where else could I bear it, so I went along with her.

Tina Deross laughed, “Kids are just curious, when Miley almost ripped my hair out, but I’ll be fine when I’m older, by the way, were you and Walker okay last night? He didn’t give you a hard time, did he?”

“It’s okay.” How dare I say anything about what happened last night, my face burned at the thought of that dominating kiss from Walker Richter and the near wipeout.

Tina Deross looked at my face, her eyes dull, “I’m glad it’s okay.”

No sooner had she spoken than her cell phone rang, and I inadvertently glanced at it; it was Leon Murphy.

Tina Deross hung up in a busy panic as soon as the call came in, looked at me awkwardly, and explained, “He told me to get my medication.”

“The body matters.”

That’s all I said, and without asking anything else, I hugged SWEETHEART and went downstairs to play.

On the way downstairs, I happened to run into Ben Richter, who was coming back from outside with unmelted snowflakes on his shoulders.

“My siblings are so beautiful today, here’s a New Year’s red packet for each of them.” Ben Richter had a smile on his face, he seemed to be smiling at everyone, still the same warm and gentle man, making it impossible to associate him with the sinister nature of the domestic violence against Tina Deross.

“Thank you big brother.”

Surprisingly, each person has one, so naturally they can’t refuse.

“Where is your sister-in-law? I bought her a gift.”

Ben Richter does have a gift box in his hand.

“It’s upstairs.” I laughed, “Big brother is so good to his sister-in-law.”

“Your sister-in-law used to be very bitter, and now that she’s with me, I want to make her happy, and I’m afraid to let her suffer.”

If I hadn’t seen Ben Richter domestically abuse Tina Deross with my own eyes, I would have believed it.

I laughed, noncommittal.

I took SWEETHEART all day in the toy room, and having gone out yesterday, it was not good enough to go out again to-day, and it was nearly supper time when Walker Richter suddenly asked me to attend a dinner with him.

He had already changed and I glanced at the cufflinks on his sleeves, “Aren’t those the same pair I bought?”

I put it in a drawer and didn’t say I’d give it to him, but he took it and put it on himself.

“Hmm.” Walker Richter straightened his sleeves, “Good eye.”

Thinking that the bracelet he gave me earlier was nothing more than a bonus, I skimmed it and said, “I saw the mall having a sale and bought it randomly.”

Where would a man of Walker Richter’s stature have a line on a promotional item.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I just purposely diabolized him, but to my surprise, he said, “This is the first time you’ve ever given me anything, so have a heart.”

It was as if I had punched cotton.

Walker Richter straightened his clothes, took out another bracelet from his bag as if by magic, not caring whether I liked it or not, directly grabbed my hand and put it on for me, “This is the only one in the world, there will never be another one.”