Queen Revenge

Martin Mo stares at Gabby Yates, Gabby Yates looks at me, I stare at the floor, and the atmosphere is awkward as hell.

“Alva…”

“Miss Hill…”

Martin Mo and Gabby Yates break the awkwardness at the same time, and as soon as they open their mouths, it gets even more awkward.

With just a bottom shirt on me and a jacket that Gabby Yates should have taken off for me, I looked away, “So, that can you guys go out for a while.”

At least let me put my clothes back on.

“Fine.” Gabby Yates was the first to speak, “You remember to drink the honey water to take the edge off, and also, don’t drink so much in the future, it’s not safe for girls to drink too much.”

Gabby Yates’ words made me want to vomit blood a little bit, isn’t this the place to be.

It’s like he really had something to do with me drinking too much last night.

The air temperature plummets and Martin Mo’s face goes cold as hell, but he suppresses his anger and walks out with Gabby Yates.

Once the two were gone, my breathing was much smoother, and I let out a long sigh of relief, lifting the covers and preparing to wash and change, when there was a soft thud and I stepped on something, and I looked down, my pupils suddenly shrinking.

A jade trigger finger.

Wasn’t that Walker Richter’s thing? How did it appear here.

I immediately picked it up and took a closer look, I was sure that it was Walker Richter’s correctly, he rarely wore it, but I had seen it in his study, and there was also a Jenn engraved on the inner side of the trigger finger, so I would never recognize it incorrectly.

I moved here, and there’s not a trace of Walker Richter’s belongings in the house. How did this trigger finger end up here?

Gabby Yates?

I didn’t even have time to change my clothes as I thought about it, so I grabbed the jade trigger finger and headed straight out.

Gabby Yates and Martin Mo sitting in the living room, the air filled with the smell of gunpowder, where I cared so much, holding up the trigger finger and asked Gabby Yates, “This thing is yours?”

Gabby Yates looked at the jade wrench and laughed, “It’s mine, why do you have it.”

At that, my heart shuddered.

He reached out to take it back, but I didn’t give it to him, staring into his eyes, forcing back the excitement inside, and asking again, “Are you sure this is yours? It’s got an R engraved on it, it’s Walker Richter’s stuff, how did it get into your hands.”

It’s a Walker Richter status symbol.

Gabby Yates’ voice and body shape were similar to Walker Richter’s, and now there was the jade trigger finger, even though it was a new era and ghosts and gods and evil sayings were all false, I still believed that maybe Walker Richter had returned in another way.

I stared intently at Gabby Yates, holding back the tears that came to my eyes, not missing every tiny change in his face.

Gabby Yates smiled and looked honest, “I bought this at an antique market a few months ago, I didn’t really know it was a Walker Richter, I bought it when I saw it was in good condition and at a reasonable price.”

His explanation made complete sense, but I didn’t believe it was such a coincidence, how could Walker Richter’s stuff appear in an antique market?

“You’re not lying? This jade trigger was Walker Richter’s favorite, how could …”

“Miss Hill, it’s just a jade trigger, do I have to lie? I have a hobby of collecting antiques, before this I really didn’t know that the previous owner of this wrench was Walker Richter, now that I have bought it, this wrench is mine, please Miss Hill return it to its original owner.” He held out his hand, frankly.

Yeah, it’s just a wrench, and Gabby Yates isn’t short of money, so what’s so unusual about him buying a wrench.

Reluctantly, I handed the jade wrench back to him, “President Yates, can you tell me which antique market you bought it at?”

“Miss Hill has an interest in antiques too?” Gabby Yates accepted the wrench, “If you are free, I can take Miss Hill to the antique market for a spin.”

Where would I be able to afford to play with something as burnt out as antiques, I was just curious as to why Walker Richter’s stuff had trickled down to the antique market and happened to be bought by Gabby Yates.

“Good.” I agreed without moving my face, my instincts telling me that it wasn’t as simple as that.

Gabby Yates answered a phone call and left, and just after he left, Martin Mo asked me, “What’s your relationship with him? When did you meet him?”

This is completely a boyfriend questioning tone, I was very upset, coldly said, “I do not need to report to you what friends I make.”

Martin Mo also realized that his tone was problematic and softened his attitude, “Alva, I’m just worried about you, this person is not a good bird at first glance, last night you …”

“I was drunk last night, he walked me home, we didn’t have anything going on.” I looked at him and said, “Martin Mo, when is your wedding to Shirley Hill going to be delayed? If you’re doing it because of me, you don’t have to delay the wedding, I don’t want to hold you up.”

I’ve told him this kind of thing many times, Martin Mo still stubbornly said, “You have the right to reject me, I have the right to choose, we don’t interfere with each other, Alva, I know there are some things that can’t be forced, don’t force me either.”

Stubbornness.

All adults, make it clear, what to choose, that’s everyone’s right.

“Whatever.” I exhaled a cloudy breath.

Martin Mo asked me, “How did you meet that man.”

“Met him on the road.” I was telling the truth, but to Martin Mo it probably sounded like I was gambling.

I went into my room to change my clothes and wash up, and by the time I came out, the breakfast he had bought was cold and the man was gone.

I didn’t want to be cruel to Martin Mo, but if I gave him hope, I would be doing him a disservice.

I ate all the cold breakfast before going to the office.

As soon as I arrived at the office, the leader smiled and complimented me, “Hill, you really didn’t let me down, President Yates’s list is so easy to get, you have a lot to do with it, thanks for your hard work.”

Gabby Yates signed the contract?

I don’t remember him signing it last night.

I was a little confused. The leader saw that I had heavy dark circles under my eyes and gave me the day off so I could go back and get some rest.

I could tell by the look in the leader’s eyes that he was under the impression that I used special services to get Gabby Yates last night.

No one would believe me even if I explained this kind of thing, and I was too lazy to talk about it, the more I described it, the darker it got.

I went to the hospital to visit Fiona Croix on a day off, she was sitting alone in the hospital bed, staring out the window, Jack Astor froze in front of the hospital room did not dare to go in, he was kicked out by Fiona Croix.

Fiona Croix does not want to see Jack Astor.

Fiona Croix didn’t want to see Jack Astor. When she saw me coming, she just raised her eyelids.

Fiona Croix from the line of life and death to struggle back, but also because of the child, the whole person is thin as a piece of paper, look at people’s heartache, this time she did not notify the Croix’s mother to take care of, a person to withstand all this, do not say a word, do not eat, do not drink, relying on nutritional fluids to maintain.

That’s what happened to me when Walker Richter left.

I sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand, “Fiona, I know everything I say now pales in comparison, I just want you to get out of the gloom as soon as possible, as hard as it is to do that, life is still long and you have to think of Ryker, he needs you.”

It’s always easier said than done.

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Fiona Croix closed her eyes in sorrow, her hands clutched the corners of the quilt tightly, she was suppressing her pain, she opened her mouth and said in a hard voice, “Alva, I’m hurting inside, so much.”

I looked at her in utter shock, this time she wasn’t comparing sign language, but actual sounds coming out of her mouth, she could talk.

“Fiona, you, you can talk.” I was pleasantly surprised, even though her voice was now hard and raspy, and she was struggling to say every word, she was biting out the words, she could talk.

Fiona Croix nodded as she touched her throat and tried again, “Will, will talk.”

She hadn’t been born mute, and the doctors had said that she wasn’t pathologically ill, but psychologically impaired, and that she had a chance to speak again.

It was probably the loss of her child that made her talk.

I held her hand tightly and felt happy for her, it was probably a compensation from God.

“Fiona, it’s really wonderful, wonderful.”

Tears slipped from the corners of Fiona Croix’s eyes as she said sadly, “I, can, teach my child, to talk, myself, but my child, is gone, Alva, she moves in my, belly, every day, kicking me restlessly, keeping me company, as if, as if she’s still in my belly, and I can still feel her moving… …”

Fiona Croix was sobbing uncontrollably when she said that, I could relate too much to the feeling of the baby moving around in the stomach, the feeling of looking forward to the birth of the baby.

I softly persuaded, “Fiona, it’s all in the past, don’t think about it.”

“No, it can’t be over.” Fiona Croix’s eyes crossed a touch of hatred, her hands clenched into fists, the backs of her hands were bruised, “I don’t want to, fight for anything, but, but God forced me, Dailey Rovella forced me, she killed my child, it’s her, I’m not going to let it go like that, I’m going to do justice for, my child, to get justice.”

Neither Jack Astor nor I told Fiona Croix about our suspicions about Dailey Rovella, Fiona Croix however was sure that Dailey Rovella had done it to her.

“Fiona, you …”

She gritted her teeth, “I saw her that night.”

So it was.

On the surface Dailey Rovella generously let Jack Astor to Fiona Croix, but behind her back, she was counting on her, even laying hands on an unborn child, this heart is comparable to Susan Su.

“What are you going to do?”