Queen Revenge

Walker Richter has a good eye, Pheobe Wilson is good looking and the type of guy men love.

It’s not a good idea to be ravishing.

“Hello.”

Out of politeness, I reached out and touched her fingertips.

Surprisingly, it was an old flame of Walker Richter’s, so it must have known me, no, Bella Hill to be exact.

Pheobe Wilson smiled warmly, “You’re here to see Walker, I believe, he’s very busy at the moment, I’m afraid he doesn’t have time to see you, if you have anything to say, I can convey it for you.”

What’s the point of acting like a courtesan?

He’s only just returned home, and he can’t wait to declare his purpose.

It is I, Alva Hill, who now holds the title of ‘Ms. Richter’.

If it were before, I wouldn’t bother with Pheobe Wilson, Walker Richter loves whoever he wants, I don’t care.

At this point I was holding a lot of anger in my heart and had no place to vent it, so I just blamed Pheobe Wilson’s bad luck for crashing into it.

I smiled back, “If he’s busy, then I won’t bother, it’s the same if he comes home to talk at night, besides, there are some things that couples say to each other that aren’t convenient for outsiders to convey.”

Pheobe Wilson is not angry at all, on the contrary, there is a hidden smile in his eyes, “Walker is afraid that he won’t go back tonight, by the way, I heard that you put yourself in the hospital in order to let Walker go back, this trick was used once, and it won’t work if you use it again, Walker, he is most averse to being threatened, so I suggest that you change a trick. ”

Make it sound like she knows Walker Richter well.

Pheobe Wilson’s verbal irritation is nothing more than an attempt to make me jealous, to provoke me to seek out Walker Richter for a big fight, or to tear into her.

It’s bound to piss off Walker Richter even more.

That’s a good agitation move.

Pheobe Wilson is beautiful and has a good head on his shoulders, but he’s just a little too eager.

I stepped forward and raised my lips lightly, “You want to be Ms. Richter.”

Pheobe Wilson really doesn’t hide his ambition either, and graciously admits, “The person Walker loved was originally me, and if you hadn’t used some tactics to climb into Walker’s bed, get pregnant, and force him to marry you, do you think you would have been able to marry into the Richter family?”

It’s true that Bella Hill used her children to force Walker Richter to marry her, and it’s no wonder Walker Richter is so disgusted.

I nodded with a smile, “Miss Wilson originally wanted to be a lover ah, this year can really be anything, even to be a lover are so on the rush, who let my husband handsome, handsome, jade, no wonder Miss Wilson do not want to face, tsk, tsk, it is a pity that Miss Wilson this good body good face .”

“Who’s the lover.” Pheobe Wilson could no longer collapse her face, coloring, “I was dating Walker when you didn’t know where you were, you’re the third party, Bella Hill, I’m Pheobe Wilson straight, I came back just for Walker, and he has lingering feelings for me, he’ll marry me, all men have first love complex, you didn’t just give him a daughter, you’ll be dumped sooner or later.”

That’s pretty straight forward.

I raised my eyes carelessly and deliberately provoked her, “What’s wrong with a daughter? If you’re capable, you can climb into Walker Richter’s bed and give birth to one for me to try, I’ll see if Walker Richter will marry you then.”

First love, indeed, counts as a rival.

The people you fall in love with when you’re in the throes of love are the most wonderful and unforgettable.

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Pheobe Wilson’s face went white with anger: “Bella Hill, you …”

“Coming through.” I deliberately bumped Pheobe Wilson hard with my shoulder as I crossed to her side; if she was going to hate it, she was going to hate Bella Hill, but it had nothing to do with me.

I dashed out of the clubhouse as it snowed even more outside, falling all over the front of the car.

I stood at the front of the car, thinking of Ulysses Will’s indifference, and the tip of my nose soured for no apparent reason.

Nothing hurts more in this world than feelings.

Alva Hill, come on out and don’t cry.

I forced the tears back, pulled the door open, started the car and took off.

I went back to Pear orchard, where sweetheart had gone to bed, and the maids were doing their jobs, busy with what they had to do.

But it was only two days away, and the house had gained another maid when Aunt Lexi introduced her daughter, just in her early twenties, to the family.

The little girl was very watery looking, with big eyes and a rippling chest, plump and fleshy.

Dressing up is very pretty.

It’s just a little harsh with too much body perfume.

Where is this to be a servant.

Aunt Lexi’s little gesture was obvious to anyone with eyes: she knew I was sleeping in a separate room from Walker Richter and was trying to get her own daughter on top.

Walker Richter is still really popular.

Aunt Lexi observed my face and asked tentatively, “Young Lady, Kelly is very hardworking, do you think you can keep someone?”

Kelly Zex nodded her head as if she were pounding garlic and looked at me with an expectant face, “Young Lady, can I stay?”

“Then stay, there’s a shortage of people at home.”

Keeping Kelly Zex, I have a personal agenda.

Walker Richter, though he rarely came back, could not be sure to fire at me again someday, and after pissing him off at the hospital earlier, I was happy to have a Kelly Zex around to distract Walker Richter.

Kelly Zex was thankful to be able to stay, but she was too young to hide her thoughts and they showed on her face.

Around ten o’clock at night.

Walker Richter is suddenly back.

Looks like Pheobe Wilson didn’t keep anyone around either.

Listening to the sound of the car turning off, I lay back down on the bed and closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

It wasn’t long before I heard Walker Richter’s footsteps coming closer, somewhat sharply, as if they were coming directly my way.

“Sir, you’re back, do you need a snack, the kitchen has some on hand, I’ll bring it to your room.”

It’s Kelly Zex’s voice.

Can’t wait to brush up on performance.

“No need.” Walker Richter’s voice was a little cold.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, there was a rattling at the door, the sound of a door being wrung.

I’ve kept it unlocked since the last time Walker Richter broke into the room.

“Bella Hill, open the door.”

I sat up from the bed with a jolt at the sound of the tap on the door.

Walker Richter’s voice was laced with anger.

My instincts told me that Walker Richter was coming after me, and it had to be about Pheobe Wilson.

Walker Richter is still banging on the door, and the fire is getting hotter, and I’m afraid I can’t hide from it even if I play dead in my room.

I raked my hair and messed it up a bit before putting on my slippers and answering the door.

“Honey, you’re back.”

I smiled and deliberately struck a seductive pose in order to cause him to turn on me.

But this time it failed.

Without saying a word, Walker Richter grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the room, and Kelly Zex, who was intentionally wearing a sexy nightgown, stomped unwillingly in the doorway, lifted her eyes to meet my line of sight, and then busied herself by lowering her head and scrambling away.

“Honey, what’s wrong with you.” I asked, feigning bewilderment.

Walker Richter flung me hard onto the bed, anger brewing in his eyes, “What did you do at the club today?”

Sure enough, it had something to do with Pheobe Wilson.

Walker Richter reacted so well, it seems like Pheobe Wilson has a special place in his heart.

I moved my pinched wrist and gave an honest account, “Ran into your old flame and made some small talk.”

“Gossip?” Walker Richter snorted coldly, “Bella Hill, I’m warning you, don’t forget who gave you your current status, and if you don’t settle down, you won’t be able to hold on to this Ms. Richter position.”

Walker Richter didn’t even react this badly to the previous divorce, I don’t know what Pheobe Wilson told him that made Walker Richter warn me about Ms. Richter’s position.

“Who cares about the position.” I muttered.

“What did you say?” Walker Richter’s eyes sank.

“Nothing, don’t worry, I’ll be at peace.”

The anger in Walker Richter’s body faded, and I secretly just breathed a sigh of relief when Walker Richter’s next words nearly scared me out of my wits.