Queen Revenge

This is the first time I’ve been straight from the heart and not hidden in front of Fiona Croix.

How can one keep a calm heart after spending months with Walker Richter, and even more so after having shared a bed.

It’s just that I’m more aware that I may be more of a bundle of interests to Walker Richter.

My sitting in Ms. Richter’s seat would keep him out of a lot of trouble for a while.

And we will, one day, turn our backs.

There’s no shortage of warblers around him, and I’m the one with the eyes that can’t see the sand in the sand, and I’m already foreseeing the future before it even starts, so I might as well stop in time and nip it all in the bud.

Fiona Croix did not persuade me this time, she remembered her own experience, her eyes were pale: [If I once had this self-knowledge, I would not have thought of growing old with him].

When Fiona Croix was married to Jack Astor with a woman’s expectation of a better future, she suffered a lot of aggression in the Astor family, but reality taught her that aggression may not be able to ask for the whole.

Seeing that I had evoked her sadness, I changed the topic, “When I came here just now I saw a hot pot restaurant next door, let’s go eat hot pot.”

Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I’ve had hot pot, and I’m still missing that flavor.

[Good.]

The hotpot restaurant is not more than a kilometer away from the painting exhibition, and it takes a while to drive there. I told Fiona Croix to go in and get a good spot first, and I went to park the car, but when I parked the car and went in, I didn’t see Fiona Croix’s person.

I tried messaging Fiona Croix and it didn’t get back to me.

I was very puzzled, it was only a few minutes before and after, I obviously watched her come in, how come she disappeared?

I walked out of the fondue restaurant to look for it, only to find Fiona Croix standing outside a Western restaurant, staring.

Her gaze was sadly fixed inside and I followed her line of sight to see that it was none other than Jack Astor sitting in the window dining with a woman.

The two were talking and laughing.

Jack Astor had an appreciation for women in his eyes.

I never saw that look in Jack Astor’s eyes when Fiona Croix was with him.

I walked over and Fiona Croix looked back at me, [That’s his fiancée, she speaks eight languages, that’s amazing, don’t they look great together].

The two are indeed a couple, but there’s no way I’m saying that to rub salt in Fiona Croix’s wounds.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Let’s go to fondue.”

After meeting Jack Astor, Fiona Croix was not very excited and always lost her mind when eating hot pot, she should be thinking about the picture of Jack Astor eating with his fiancee, and the scene of Walker Richter and that beautiful girl looking at the exhibition of paintings was always floating in my mind.

Mentally really annoyed, I asked the waitress to get a beer and asked her, “Would you like some too.”

Wine is good this time of year.

Fiona Croix drinks better than I do and went straight for half a dozen beers.

We opened beers and clinked bottles, “Men and all that, long live friendship.”

We take a drink to this FUCKING LIFE.

We drank from 12:00 to 3:00 p. m., until both legs were floating, staggering, and assisted to the car for a nap.

It was dark when I sobered up and Fiona Croix was gone.

She’s a deadbeat like me, and unless another light shines into her life, she’ll spend the rest of her life wallowing in the shadows given by Jack Astor.

I rubbed my groggy head, a little pissed, and opened the car door to find a bathroom to fix it.

Smelling of alcohol, I scooped up a handful of cold water and washed my face to clear my head.

Looked at the time, already eight o’clock in the evening, I was planning to go back to the car ready to go back to Pear orchard, I do not know where to come out a bearded man stopped my way, said with a ferocious face, “Ms. Richter, a million dollars is nothing at all to you, you’d better not push me to hurry up and get the money, otherwise I really go to Walker Richter, at that time you Ms. Richter’s good days even come to an end.”

“You go to Walker Richter anytime, I have no problem with that.”

The man in front of her was bulky, bearded, and not very tall, not Bella Hill’s type, and could be ruled out as one of the men Bella Hill had hooked up with.

It was clear from the words that this man would be the one who had called Pear orchard earlier to terrorize me.

When I didn’t take the money, the bearded man then took me for Bella Hill and blocked here to force me to take the money.

The beard to go to Walker Richter, I really do not care, but the other side thought I intentionally, the anger is even more, but also took out the knife, the voice pulled up several decibels, to me sharply roar: “Ms. Richter, you have no fun, I tell you, now I have been forced by the loan sharks to desperate, but what all to do out of this. ”

With a bright knife pointed at me, and the other party looking like a dog in the headlights, I was naturally scared inside.

“Don’t be impulsive, have something to say.” I suppressed the fear in my heart to appease the bearded man, “It’s not that I’m not willing to give it to you, but I can’t get so much right now, or how about this, you let me go back first, and I’ll go back and get the money for you.”

My foot just took half a step, the man with the beard took a big step, one hand pressed me against the wall, the knife in the other hand against my neck: “You want to call the police don’t you, don’t give me any tricks, a million dollars isn’t worth anything to you at all, Ms. Richter, I don’t have a lot of patience, you can either hurry up and beat me with the money or I’m going to go find Walker Richter and tell him about the baby that was in your belly in the first place… Ah…”

Before the bearded man could finish his words, he only heard a miserable scream, and the bearded man was directly kicked out.

There was a pain on my neck, the knife in the bearded man’s hand cut through the skin due to inertia, and blood immediately oozed out.

I was shocked when a man stepped out of the shadows, “Dare to touch my woman, looking for death.”

At that sound, I looked back over my shoulder, and when I saw the man’s face, the blood flow in my body instantly backed up.

I stared blankly at the man in front of me, I hadn’t seen him in a few years and I almost didn’t recognize him.

Martin Mo had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, moving his arms and legs, and his eyes were cold as he looked at the bearded man lying on the ground unable to climb up, “Tell little master, how do you want to die?”

The bearded man covered his chest, presumably broken ribs from the kick Martin Mo had just given him, Martin Mo was known for his ruthlessness in fighting.

“Who are you, better mind your own business or the knife in my hand won’t be long for eyes.” The man with the beard held the knife in his hand and barely got up from the ground.

Martin Mo’s eyes danced with excitement, “Little master will teach you how to be a man.”

The bearded man held the knife and stabbed at Martin Mo. My heart immediately rose to my throat and I warned out loud, “Watch out.”

“Looking for death.”

Martin Mo kicks and punches, punches to the flesh, not fancy at all, each kick is full of power, and in a few moments, the man with the beard will be unable to get up on the ground, spitting blood.

I watched as the bearded man was dying and Martin Mo was about to punch the bearded man in the head and I immediately stopped it, “Martin Mo, stop.”

The fist stopped less than an inch above the bearded man’s temple.

He smiled back at me, “Whatever you say.”

Martin Mo got up and kicked the bearded man, then walked up to me and smiled evilly, “Alva, we are really destined, I just came back to the country and ran into you, so it’s destiny that you are my woman, dump Ulysses Will and quickly throw yourself into the arms of my little master.”

Martin Mo and I grew up together in an orphanage, and the year I went back to the Hill family, Martin Mo suddenly disappeared.