Queen Revenge

How does a private party attract the police?

I was wondering when Walker Richter took a tug on my arm and said in a lowered voice, “Whatever happens later, don’t say a word and look me in the eye.”

Walker Richter looked serious and gave me a bad feeling.

Ben Richter had no good intentions in sending me here in the first place, and I kept wondering how he was trying to frame Walker Richter, until the police turned up Ben’s ruby necklace worth of rubies in the compartment of my handbag, and it dawned on me that he wasn’t trying to hurt Walker Richter, but me.

Use me as bait to embarrass Walker Richter.

After all, in the eyes of the world, I was once Walker Richter’s wife, and the stigma of having the wife of a leading businessman commit a theft was enough to keep Walker Richter’s head up.

The man who headed the inspection, whose last name was Liu, Dan Liu, hefted the object in his hand and looked at Walker Richter with a smile, “Richter, sorry for the offense.”

There aren’t many people in the North Side who won’t even give Walker Richter the time of day, and Dan Liu is one of them.

Walker Richter showed up here looking flustered, supposedly informed by Ben Richter to come, and for me.

Before Walker Richter could say anything, I jumped in and said, “What does he have to do with this, the stuff is mine.”

I brought it in with my bag, and even if I said I didn’t know how it got to the bag, people wouldn’t believe me.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Dan Liu gave me an extremely complicated look, then waved his hand and said to his men, “Take it away.”

I was taken away. Don’t look at me calm and collected on the surface, but I was panicking inside.

The ruby necklace is valued at 10 million dollars, and stealing such a valuable item is no small charge. Ben Richter is a tough guy.

I got into the police car and looked at Walker Richter who came out after me and smiled at him.

Walker Richter wasn’t a reckless man, he didn’t act with intent, and he stood in the doorway of the clubhouse and kept watching the car leave, his hands clenched into fists.

When I entered the detention center, Dan Liu stood outside the iron gate and asked me in disbelief, “You should know why you came in here, and you should know very well what you will face if the owner does not settle out of court.”

I looked at him calmly, “I know.”

Dan Liu smiled noncommittally and turned away.

I went in and was just arraigned that night, and no one asked questions after that.

I don’t know what’s going on out there. As time passed by, I started to become anxious from the initial calmness and asked to see Dan Liu many times, but Dan Liu never saw me.

Just as I was getting anxious, a man appeared, Ferris Yates.

I’ve heard of Ferris Yates, whose ancestors have been in business for three generations, with a strong family and a wide range of connections, a man who is a big fan of quick success, and who sees Walker Richter as a thorn in his side.

I was surprised by his presence and wondered what his intentions were as he stood outside the iron gate and said, “As long as you accuse Walker Richter of making you steal it, you’ll be fine.”

Ferris Yates has a grudge against Walker Richter, and he’s definitely trying to use the opportunity to screw Walker Richter.

I shook my head, “Do you think that’s believable to an outsider? Walker Richter isn’t short on money or all this jewelry, you’re just trying to embarrass him.”

Ferris Yates sulked, “One more day you stay here and Walker Richter can’t save face, you won’t be cleared of the theft charge and Walker Richter will carry the stain for the rest of his life.”

Ferris Yates is right on this one.

It won’t wash out.

Even if cleared of suspicion, once associated with theft, others will not believe, will only think that it is through what means forced whitewash.

The time wobbles.

On this day, December 27th, a police officer told me, “You can get out.”

I’m very surprised that I was let go so simply?

I went out to sign the papers and realized that Martin Mo was waiting at the door to pick me up.

After a few days in there, I had a sour odor and was a bit of a mess.

It’s snowing in North City and Martin Mo takes off his jacket and drapes it over me, “Get in the car.”

I was surprised that he was the one who came to pick me up, but the words came out of my mouth, but I didn’t dare ask.

It’s Friday.

It’s also the first day of Walker Richter and Susan Su’s wedding, their wedding yesterday, Walker Richter should be on his honeymoon with Susan Su at this time, and how would he come to pick me up.

Even THE Hill family people were nowhere to be found, and no one came to see me for a couple days in there.

I wrapped my jacket around me, got into Martin Mo’s car and asked him, “Did you fish me out?”

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I always felt something strange, the car drove a long way before I reacted, Martin Mo was too calm today, he didn’t chastise me, he didn’t say a word about how I got in.

I looked out of the car at the wrong route and asked him, “Where is this going.”

“My house.” Martin Mo said, “You first go back to take a shower and eat something, rest for a few days, your company side, I have already taken half a month’s vacation for you, no one knows you went in for the past few days, when you are full blooded, you can go to work.”

That sweet?

I looked at him with suspicion, “Martin Mo, how did you fish me out, this year’s crackdown, Ferris Yates wanted to use me to catch Walker Richter’s tail, how could he let me go so easily, what’s going on here.”

Martin Mo laughed in a cloudy manner, “You think too much, there is no money in this world can not handle things, if there is, it is not enough money to give, do you really think that I Martin Mo in these years is a dry rice, even fishing a person can not get out, but also mixed a fart.”

“How much does that cost?”

“You’d better not ask, anyway, you can’t afford to pay it back in your life, unless …,” Martin Mo said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, “in return for your body.”

“Fuck off.” I gave him a blank look, Martin Mo was just a dog’s mouth.

In three days, Martin Mo will marry Shirley Hill.

Martin Mo takes me back not to the Mo family’s old house, but to his outside quarters, which are furnished without a trace of femininity, so it’s clear that not even Shirley Hill has been here before.

He tossed me a new set of men’s robes, “Make do with what you’ve got, I’ll have someone send clothes over later.”

The smell of my own body I can not stand, took the robe into the bathroom, put a full tank of water, to lie down inside, warm water will hold me surrounded, comfortable.

After taking a shower and coming out, Martin Mo even prepared the food, he personally laid down the noodles, “Taste my little master’s handiwork, my little master, in my life, except for cooking for you, no one else has had the good fortune to have this taste.”

Looking at the bowl of fried eggs, I picked up the chopsticks or rewarded myself with a bite, if not for the fact that Martin Mo was looking at me with an expectant look on his face, I really couldn’t swallow it.

“Well?”

I frowned and swallowed, immediately picking up my glass of water and taking a big gulp, “… okay.”

I suddenly remembered that Walker Richter used to get a particularly bad meal for me, too, and he wouldn’t stop until he’d stared me down.

“Then eat more, there’s not enough to go around in the kitchen.”

“…”

What a way to move a stone.

I really didn’t have the courage to take a second bite, it was so salty and snoozy.

Luckily, that’s when someone rang the doorbell, and it was none other than Fiona Croix.

Martin Mo notified her to come, and brought me a change of clothes, as soon as she saw me, she was in tears: [Alva, you’ve lost weight, did anyone bully you in there? Luckily you came back safe and sound, you really scared me to death].

“I’m fine, look at me.”

The feeling that someone is thinking of me warms my heart.

I went ahead and changed out of my robe and by the time I came out, Martin Mo had left and Fiona Croix had stayed behind to keep me company, Martin Mo had given me the key to the door to the house and left me to stay for as long as I wanted.

Martin Mo was a bit of an anomaly and I asked Fiona Croix suspiciously, “Has anything happened in the last few days since I’ve been in there, why do I think Martin Mo is weird.”

[… No, no] Fiona Croix’s eyes dodged: [You just like to think blindly, he’s probably just too busy, he’s been running around for your sake for the past few days, delaying a lot of things, and he’s going to get married again soon, can he still stay and keep you company].

“Also.”

I didn’t think much about it, once Martin Mo left, I just didn’t need to eat noodles anymore, I proposed to go to Fiona Croix’s place to stay for a few days, I didn’t want to stay here, but Fiona Croix said, [Alva, it’s not very convenient at my place, why don’t you just stay here, Martin Mo’s place is spacious and the environment is good, so it’s comfortable to stay here].

This is the first time Fiona Croix has refused to let me stay at her place.

Thinking about Jack Astor also marrying Dailey Rovella in three days, I asked Fiona Croix, “Last time Dailey Rovella said she’d let you guys get remarried, are you seriously not considering it?”

Fiona Croix was stunned and shook her head, [Re-marriage is not that simple, and marriage is not a matter of two people, so don’t worry about me, you’re also tired, take a good rest, anyway, I have nothing to do in the next few days, so I’ll be here to accompany you].

“It’s better with you.”

I thought Fiona Croix was trying to borrow the place to hide from Jack Astor and didn’t think much of it.

Back in my room, I suddenly went online to see the news about Walker Richter and Susan Su’s wedding, only when I see them get married, maybe I can really die.

I did see the news about their marriage, only instead of a successful wedding, the groom died suddenly and violently on his way to meet his bride on the day of the wedding.

Died a violent death.

Those four words were like a Fiona bolt.

I can’t believe it, it must have been misreported, it’s just the same name, how could Walker Richter die a violent death, it’s a fake, it must be a fake.

I typed in the words “the Richter Group” and “Walker Richter” with a shaking hand, and all the news that popped up was about a violent death, a wedding turned into a funeral, and there were pictures of Susan Su in a wedding dress running barefoot on the road after hearing about Walker Richter’s death, just to get to Walker Richter’s last look. One last look.

“No way, no how …”

Fiona Croix hears the commotion and comes in: [Alva, what’s wrong?

“Walker Richter is dead.” At some point, with my face full of tears and emotionally out of control, I asked her, “You’re telling me it’s fake, it’s fake right.”