Queen Revenge

Lately Walker Richter has been cloudy and moody, snapping at me one minute, hating to strangle me for what Tina Deross said, and today not only taking me to a party, but trying to get me into the company.

There’s something a little odd about how it all feels in here.

But I can’t think of anything wrong with it.

“Then study hard.” Walker Richter piles a stack of books in front of me, “I’ll keep you company.”

I’m bracing myself with both eyes, which is very flattering.

Walker Richter got real, he had Kelly Zex prepare a late night snack, which was meant to be a late night fight.

I sat in Walker Richter’s usual chair, while Walker Richter sipped his coffee and worked on the company’s paperwork, and I stared at the completely unrecognizable Polish text for less than ten minutes, and I had double vision in front of my eyes.

Walker Richter is here, and I’m afraid to move, and the comfy chair is giving me a feeling of being on pins and needles at this point.

I stole a glance at Walker Richter, who was sitting on the couch, flipping through papers, his brow sometimes stretching, sometimes wrinkling.

Those bony hands were better than a woman’s.

They say that men who are serious about their work are the most attractive, and it’s true.

Noticing my gaze, Walker Richter suddenly looked up at me, legs folded and chipper, “Having some kind of trouble?”

“No.” I quickly put my head down, my eyes glued to the words on the books, another headache.

A thought occurred to me that Walker Richter was able to pull so much material on Polish out of his study, if not prepared for it, then he knew the language himself.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Then why does he want me to translate?

I thought about it and wondered about Walker Richter’s intentions, pretending to review the material, but couldn’t resist the sleepiness that hit me.

Eventually his head sank, and he couldn’t care less that Walker Richter was here watching, so he just fell asleep.

I fell asleep in my study and woke up in my own bed.

My first thought was, Walker Richter sent me back to my room?

Looking down at the clothes on his back.

It’s not even the tuxedo I wore yesterday. Did Walker Richter change it for me?

At the thought of this possibility, I couldn’t help but shiver and immediately lifted the covers off the floor, without changing my clothes, and hurried straight downstairs.

“Young Lady.”

Bumping into Sunny at the stairway, I glanced warily downstairs and whispered, “Is Sir out?”

Sunny said, “Sir went out early in the morning.”

As soon as I heard that, my volume let up, “Who walked me back to my room last night? The clothes on your body are …”

Sunny laughed and said, “Last night it was mister who carried the young lady back to her room, I came out to go to the toilet and happened to see it, the clothes were what mister asked me to change for the young lady.”

“Are you sure?”

With Walker Richter’s distaste for Bella Hill, shouldn’t it be carried?

“Yes, I’m not wrong, it’s mister who carried the young lady back to her room, and mister was very careful to put the young lady on the bed for fear of waking you up.” Sunny said, “They all say that mister is not good to the young lady, but I think that mister really likes the young lady, whether you like someone or not, you can tell from your eyes.”

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I wondered where Sunny could tell that Walker Richter had eyes for me.

Sunny has a rare innocence in his eyes, untainted by the worldliness of society.

If I remember correctly, she was new to the area, just two months more than Kelly Zex, and had been tending to the flowers in the backyard before that.

It was winter now, the flowers and plants had long since died, and she didn’t have much to do, so she came out front to help.

I asked her, “In love, right?”

Only a girl in love expects good things from everything.

At that, Sunny blushed shyly and nodded her head a little embarrassed, “Uh-huh.”

Sunny’s pouty look reminds me of myself back in the day, once I showed the same look in front of Ulysses Will.

At that time, I had a beautiful vision of everything, and had fantasized about Ulysses Will confessing his love to me, a moment that must have been romantic and unforgettable and brought tears to my eyes, a happy nod of my head amidst the uproar of my friends and passersby, holding hands with him, and then we’d save up some money and get married.

The wedding could be simple, or take a trip to see the south and have another child as talented as he is.

Ulysses Will fulfilled all my fantasies about the future, but he also ruined it all with his own hands.

“It’s Christmas, I’m giving you the day off, go have fun with your boyfriend.”

I also just remembered that it’s Christmas.

Sunny was flattered, “Thank you Young Lady.”

Watching Sunny’s joy as she turned to call her boyfriend, I wished in my heart that all lovers would be happy together.

I washed up and played with sweetheart for a while before going to the hospital, Fiona Croix was still in a coma, Croix’s mother had already arrived from her hometown, seeing her daughter lying in the intensive care room, she had been shedding tears non-stop, mumbling about Fiona Croix’s life.

Fiona Croix’s divorce from Jack Astor is not known to Croix’s mother, and naturally, I’m not at liberty to talk about such matters.

The police came to the hospital for routine questioning and left, as for the murderer who injured Fiona Croix, he has been caught, and is said to be an ex-convict who had served a few years in jail for molestation, and was only released from it a month ago.

The man lived in the same neighborhood as Fiona Croix, and knowing that Fiona Croix lived alone and was mute, he set his sights on her after that, and that night, while she was out taking out the garbage, he laid hands on her, and because she resisted, that’s when he stabbed her with a knife.

This reminds me of a not-so-long-ago case of an online taxi where the owner unsuccessfully molested a passenger and brutally murdered a 20-year-old college student.

At the time, the Internet set off a debate and a disagreement over whether to preserve your innocence or your life.

This society is still so under-inclusive of women that instead of claiming men, they blame women.

I left the hospital with a heavy heart, and with the matter of the evening’s meeting with Walker Richter to see a client behind me, I went to the orphanage with a lot of winter clothes and food, bought with the pocket money Frank Hill had given me.

The orphanage where I grew up.

Dean Zheng didn’t know that “Alva Hill” had died, and when he saw me coming with a big bag of stuff, he warmly greeted the volunteers to help move the stuff.

“Xiao sheng, you have not been here for a long time, you don’t need to buy so many things, recently the orphanage got sponsorship, there is no shortage of anything, you ah better keep the money and spend it yourself.” Dean Zheng was as loving as a mother, she had run the orphanage for more than thirty years, she never sought personal gain, her heart was only for the children, she treated all the children in the orphanage as if they were her own.

I smiled, “I want to do my part for the orphanage.”

Dean Zheng suddenly asked me, “Why didn’t you come with Ulysses Will, before I heard him say that you went to a faraway place, where you went and didn’t say, how have you been doing lately? When are you going to drink your wedding wine with Ulysses Will.”

In the face of Dean Zheng’s jab, my heart was bitter.

She always looked up to me and Ulysses Will. Everyone thought we’d get married.

“Went out of town.” I laughed and lied to match Ulysses Will’s words, “As for me and him … we’re just friends.”

“Friend?” Dean Zheng was puzzled.

“Mr. Richter, what brings you here in person.”

A voice of surprise sounded at the same time outside the door.