Queen Revenge

Where could I sleep, now I can’t wait to run away or find a hole in the ground to hide in.

You want to be so calm when your own wife has changed?

He’s not afraid that I’ll have ulterior motives and plot against him?

Listening to Walker Richter’s even breathing made me claw at my heart.

He dropped such a bomb out of the blue, wrapped his arms around a woman who wasn’t his wife, and fell asleep himself?

I stayed up all night and pretty much stayed in one position until dawn.

The rain stopped, the wind stopped, the sky was clear, and a rainbow framed the sky.

After the storm, everything is brand new.

I moved my sore, tingling arms in front of the window, and when I saw that Walker Richter had finally woken up, I greeted him with an awkward smile, “Good morning.”

Walker Richter picked up his glasses and put them on, the ever-cold man became svelte, “Good morning.”

The vest was so stripped by Walker Richter that it felt awkward and relaxing to be around him again.

What’s awkward is this awkward relationship we have now.

The easy part is not having to pretend to be Bella Hill in front of him and learn to speak in Bella Hill tones.

I can be myself, be Alva Hill.

Walker Richter got dressed as if it hadn’t happened, he went to the bathroom to wash up and then made a phone call, postponed the morning meeting and asked me, “What do you want for breakfast?”

Not to mention, I’m really hungry, I didn’t eat anything last night, Walker Richter didn’t mention it, and I’m afraid to touch the instant noodles in my room.

“Both.”

The hotel didn’t serve breakfast, Walker Richter checked out, and the older woman smiled and asked, “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Nice.” Walker Richter was looking at me when he said that.

He did sleep well last night, but I was up all night, my face was haggard, dark circles under my eyes were coming out, and I looked completely drained, and as soon as I came downstairs just now, the older woman looked at me and smiled, probably she thought we fought hundreds of rounds last night.

The aunt smiled deeper, checked out of the room, and said enthusiastically, “Welcome to come back next time, ah, I’ll even give you a 20% discount then.”

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My car was parked at the cemetery and Walker Richter had it driven away, the landslide left the road open and we had to take a detour back to the city.

Back to the city has almost eleven o’clock, not to mention breakfast, lunch can be eaten, Walker Richter on the way to receive a call from the company secretary Emily, and do not know what happened, Walker Richter directly with me back to the company, let me rest in his office, he himself hurried to the conference room.

Inside Walker Richter’s office is the lounge, which has everything, and where he occasionally stays overnight.

I was bored and playing with my phone when Emily came in with my meal and told me it was accounted for by Walker Richter.

Thanks to him, he hadn’t forgotten that I was hungry. Smelling the aroma of the food, I couldn’t wait to open the lunch box and pick up the chopsticks to start.

Emily stood by with no intention of leaving.

I swallowed my mouthful of food, “Anything else?”

“Young Lady, President Richter was afraid you were bored and asked me to relieve you of your boredom.”

It’s really boring to stay here alone, and it’s nice to have someone to talk to.

“Have you eaten yet? Why don’t you sit down and eat with us?”

Emily bought so many meals that I couldn’t finish them all by myself.

“No, no, I’m not hungry.” Emily waved her hand back and forth, looking flattered.

She is Walker Richter’s subordinate. If Walker Richter watches her eat with me, she’s afraid she won’t be able to keep her job.

I didn’t force her, “Sit down then, I’m weirdly tired of tilting my head to talk.”

As soon as she heard this, Emily immediately sat down, sitting in a very proper posture, looking like a good student listening to her teacher.

“You relax, take it easy, I don’t eat people.”

Emily squeezes out a smile, but is even more nervous than she was a moment ago.

I took a sip of my soup and casually asked, “What did you President Richter do in a hurry?”

“There was a problem with a program under VP Richter, the directors had a falling out, and President Richter rushed over to take care of it.”

Ben Richter, although he is Walker Richter’s brother, only holds a vice president position at the company.

I’m not sure about the company’s internal affairs, thinking that I’ll be coming to the company on Monday to work for Walker Richter as a secretary, I asked tentatively, “Alice, what do you secretaries usually do, are they busy, is it difficult? Is your President Richter strict?”

I think to be Walker Richter’s secretary, I guess you have to be good at all 18 skills, and for someone of my caliber, it’s hard to be competent.

Emily honestly said, “President Richter has always been strict with the work, can be more than three months under the hand of President Richter few and far between, usually also very busy, overtime is the norm, business is familiar with, do not think it is difficult, but President Richter, although strict, but also President Richter although strict, but also will not make things difficult for subordinates, as long as the work is taken seriously, President Richter is still very good to get along with.”

There are very few that are more than three months old.

I asked, “How long have you been with the company?”

“Five years, if you do the math.”

I have to give a thumbs up, it’s not easy to work under Walker Richter for five years and rise to the position of First Secretary.

I got a few more words out of Emily and realized that the young-looking woman in front of me spoke five languages and was Walker Richter’s talent poached from Wall Street.

I really underestimated Emily before, deep down.

After I ate, I didn’t let Emily stay with me, I let her go about her business, I hadn’t slept all night last night, but now that I had eaten and drank enough, I was a little sleepy, so I kicked off my shoes and borrowed Walker Richter’s bed to take a nap.

It was a very bad sleep, I dreamt of my dead child, she was lying in front of me in blood, I woke up from my sleep in a cold sweat all over my back.

I was in a trance as I pulled out a picture of my child and looked at it, tears silently streaming down my face.

I know that a child will be a knot in my heart for the rest of my life, and maybe I’ll have children in the future, but this one is irreplaceable.

“Another nightmare?”

Walker Richter’s voice came through the doorway.

I quickly wiped away my tears and put the picture away, “You’re done.”

Walker Richter saw my movement to hide the photo but didn’t press the issue.

“I’ve been busy, and I didn’t bother to wake you up when I saw you sleeping earlier.” Walker Richter asked, “Are you going back to Pear orchard now, or will you wait until I get off work and go back with me?”

Didn’t give up.

His light words were simply a meeting of minds.

“I’d better wait for you to go back with me.”

I suddenly remembered an old Walker Richter quote where he said let’s try it, could he really be …

“Walker Richter, are you after me?”

I only asked tentatively and wasn’t sure if he had an ulterior motive, but he wrinkled his brow and said, “It seems I didn’t make it obvious enough.”

His words didn’t hit me any less than the showdown did last night.

Doesn’t the implication of his words mean that he admits it.

“What do you, what do you see in me?” I was a little incredulous, grinning, “You’re kidding.”