Queen Revenge

The first thought that popped into my head at that moment was, escape.

But where can I run away in front of all these people?

Just getting up with his dinner plate, Walker Richter’s creepy voice sounded behind him, “Going somewhere?”

It’s just a matter of being late in the morning. Does Walker Richter have to come to the cafeteria and arrest people?

I sighed deeply and turned back with a grin at Lory Pull’s dismay, “President Richter, good noon, I’m done eating and ready to get back to work, have you eaten yet President Richter?”

The entire cafeteria staff looked this way; Walker Richter was in the cafeteria for the first time.

He immediately caused a commotion when he appeared.

The low murmurs around the room reached Lory Pull’s ears, and she let out a surprised voice, “So it’s President Richter you’re evening out, you’re actually the president’s lover.”

The room went silent as Lory Pull’s words left his mouth.

Walker Richter’s face was expressionless, and his gaze was cold as he gave Lory Pull a look.

Just then, a big belly middle-aged man’s came up, looking terrified: “President Richter, young lady, Lory she didn’t mean it, she’s still small, that’s why she’s mouthing off, President Richter, I hope you don’t have a general understanding with Lory.”

Turns out this is Gary Pull, the general manager of sales, as Lory Pull called him.

Said Gary Pull, anxiously giving Lory Pull a wink, “Don’t apologize yet, this is the young lady.”

Lory Pull looked at me in shock, and it took him a while to find his voice, “You’re President Richter’s wife?”

I glanced at Walker Richter and nodded hesitantly, not that I counted, except that the face looked exactly like Walker Richter’s wife.

After two encounters with Lory Pull, and knowing something about her nature, even if she knew it was wrong to say something, getting her to apologize was out of the question.

No matter how much Gary Pull gives Lory Pull a wink, Lory Pull just pretends not to see it, so it seems that father and daughter are not on good terms.

It’s also true that Lory Pull has been calling Gary Pull by his first name and his father by his first name, so it’s a wonder that the relationship has gotten any better.

Gary Pull was in a hurry, with a cold sweat on his forehead, and Walker Richter wouldn’t say anything, so I finally broke the ice: “President Richter, are you here to eat in the cafeteria?”

I was just asking a casual question, but Walker Richter said, “I’m looking for you.”

Sure enough, it’s coming for me.

I put down my dinner plate and followed Walker Richter back to the office, making a very noticeable journey.

As soon as he entered the office, Walker Richter began to pursue the matter, “Why didn’t you come to the office to see me?”

“I heard from Emily that you went to a meeting and didn’t bother.” There was no one else in the office and I relaxed a lot, “Walker Richter, how else is it going to work when you let me come to work at the office and now you’ve made it so everyone knows I’m your wife?”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“You don’t want a hug?”

Walker Richter is a big leg to hold, and can really run roughshod over the company, and even the North Side.

I looked at Walker Richter and said seriously, “I just want to make a living.”

Smart as he was, how could he not understand.

I don’t want to survive on Walker Richter for the rest of my life. I want a life that I can only get if I work hard for it, and my heart is in the right place.

Walker Richter pressed his eyebrows together and his voice was cool, “The company never keeps idle hands.”

He called an intercom and Emily came in quickly, “President Richter.”

“Bring me all the information I asked you to prepare.”

“Okay, President Richter.”

It wasn’t long after Emily exited that several secretaries came in carrying stacks of information and piled it on the table.

Walker Richter tapped his index finger absently on the desktop, “One week to familiarize yourself with all of this information.”

“A week?”

Not to mention a week, not even a month.

Walker Richter raised an eyebrow, “Problem?”

I gritted my teeth, “No problem.”

Wanting to make a living was something I brought up on my own, so naturally I couldn’t back down.

“Let’s get started then, I’m going out to lunch.” Walker Richter pointed a finger, “Your desk is right there.”

Walker Richter had a desk added to his office early.

After the explanation, Walker Richter actually asked Ben Richter to go out to dinner with him.

Emily made me a cup of coffee and came in, “Young lady, if there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask me.”

“Thanks.”

I took a long breath, sat down at my desk and started reading the information.

Walker Richter didn’t just give me some useless information, this is the history of the Richter Group, the projects we have worked on in the past few years, the company’s finances and current status.

To get an idea of how the company works as soon as possible, it’s quickest to look at these.

I was a bit puzzled. Didn’t Walker Richter ask me to be his secretary? How come he revealed all the company’s old secrets in front of me, including some of the company’s bad debts, losses and profits over the years.

And he’s not afraid I’m a commercial spy who’ll betray the Richter Group?

The Richter Group is involved in a number of areas and has a food processing plant under its umbrella, all of which are exported to overseas markets.

For a food company, the formula is especially important, top secret, but Walker Richter showed me the formula, too, with no defense at all.

When I saw the recipe, I was honestly very shocked and had an indescribable feeling.

Jane Hasis is so well-informed that she knew when I was only halfway through my shift at the Richter Group and called in a huff, and I set my phone aside, not bothering to listen to her ramble on.

The call lasted about half an hour, with Jane Hasis telling me to nurture my relationship with Walker Richter, and then finally explaining that I should get pregnant sooner rather than later before hanging up.

Not long after Jane Hasis called, Frank Hill called again.

Thinking it was for the same thing, I picked up and set the phone aside unhelpfully until Frank Hill spoke in a heavy tone, “Bella, I got a call from your sister yesterday, and your sister says she’s alive.”

At that, the information in my hand spilled out onto the floor.

I did live, but didn’t call Frank Hill.

I immediately brought the phone to my ear, “Dad, what did you just say?”

“The other person called claiming to be Alva Hill, and I don’t know if that’s true or not, maybe it’s a prank by someone.” Frank Hill said, “It’s weird as hell, and Dad’s not sure at the moment, but the person on the other end does sound a lot like your sister.”

Where Frank Hill could tell the difference between voices, or he would have recognized me long ago.

It was only suddenly a caller claiming to be Alva Hill that Frank Hill thought in that direction.

“Dad, give me the phone.”

Intuition tells me this is no prank.

“The phone number I had someone check, it’s just a random number bought on the side of the road, and now it’s out of reach.” Frank Hill’s voice sank again, “Bella, your sister has been dead for so long, how can she still be alive, in the beginning, but Dad watched the burial with his own eyes, ah, I told your mom about this, there is something wrong with your mom, but I can’t tell you what’s wrong.”

Jane Hasis knows full well that I’m not dead, and even if I did stand in front of her and tell her I’m Alva Hill, she wouldn’t be surprised.

I pursed my lips, “Dad, if the other person calls again, you let me know right away.”