The Woman From Hell

"Wouldn't it be inappropriate and disrespectful if I wore something so casual?" I was still a little worried.

"This isn't casual at all. We went the extra mile to get new clothes, after all." He continued to speak in a righteous manner.

"This looks so similar to the one I was wearing earlier -they’re both homewear."

"The difference is huge. Look, this dress has a collar but the one you had on earlier did not."

Just like that, Mr. Theo Grant had gone to the mall to shop for clothes, used his bodyguards to clear the place out, and ended up only purchasing a set of homewear.

After getting into the car, I furiously said, "I'm mad, Theo." This had been his first time taking me shopping, and I was tremendously disappointed.

"Why?" He turned around to look at me, his face full of questions as though he truly did not understand my anger.

"No one takes a woman shopping like that. I can’t believe you’re a company's president!" I turned sideways, speechless.

He was nothing like those domineering presidents in

movies, buying expensive clothes and branded bags for their women, hiring professional stylists for them t o stun everyone.

He laughed. "I can't believe you're so materialistic."

"I don't care. I'm mad." I stifled my anger and decided t o be stubborn instead.

"Okay, when the child is born, I’ll bring home a few stores for you to pick out whatever you want. Cheer u p. It won't be good for the baby if you get angry." The corner of his mouth lifted, and his tone became pampering.

A certain kind of warmth could last for a very long time, and after a few years, these scattered memories would become the only sweet memories I could look back on.

The car soon drove into another upscale villa community that was just as famous as Regal Villa. What set this community apart was that unlike the peace and quiet of Regal Villa, this place was bustling with energy because there were dignitaries and foreigners staying here.

It was a sign of status for anyone who could afford to live here.

Theo was a fan of quiet places, hence he had not been interested in this place and had chosen Regal Villa for himself instead.

The car stopped in front of a European-styled villa. From afar, I saw a woman with a noble temperament

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When she came nearer, I was surprised to realize that i t was Petra.

It turned out that Theo had brought me here to meet her.

"Hello, Mr. Grant. It's been a long time since we last met." Petra greeted Theo warmly from afar.

She then looked me up and down, a hint of delight briefly emerging on her face before it quickly returned to its usual expression. She said with a slight smile," This must be Mrs. Grant, right?”

Theo nodded and responded in a faint voice, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Petra."

"Hello, Ma'am," I politely greeted.

"Come in, they're waiting." Petra enthusiastically took my arm and walked inside.

Once we went inside, we saw many people sitting around the table in the room. Petra introduced everyone to me. They were all either presidents or officials from a certain bureau or ministry.

I understood now that all these dignitaries were big shots in Salt City.

After the introductions, Petra picked her wine glass u p from the table and said, "I've been wandering out there all these years, and I often thought of home. I'm finally back now, and I would like to thank everyone for coming over to have this welcoming dinner with m

e. Cheers."

It turned out that it was Petra’s welcoming dinner today. No wonder all the officialdom and business world bigwigs had all gathered here.

After a few polite exchanges, they began talking about family matters.

"Who's this lady beside you, Petra? She looks familiar!" During dinner, a slightly chubby man looked at me and asked Petra who I was.

"Mr. Zach, this is Mr. Grant's wife, my goddaughter,” Petra said, holding me intimately.

I was a little puzzled. When had I become her goddaughter?

"Wanda here has been in a bad state these past few days because her best friend has gotten into trouble and is currently locked up in your police station. She was not in the mood to come today, but I forced her to, so she reluctantly came," Petra nonchalantly said.

Mr. Zach? I remembered him now. He was Mr. Ezekiel Zach, the director of the Public Security Bureau in Salt City.

Slightly unsure, I looked up at Theo, who evaded my gaze a little but gently nodded.

"Huh? Did that really happen? I didn't know that. What's your friend's name, young lady? I'll go back and ask about it." Mr. Zach looked at me with an affectionate expression.

I instantly understood the motives behind Petra's actions and stood up, picking up my glass from the table. I said politely, "Thank you, Mr. Zach. My friend’s name is Cecilia Shane and she's currently locked up i n the West City Public Security Bureau. Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Zach, and thank you for your great kindness."