Queen Revenge

Medicine poured into my hand, I looked at Walker Richter and hesitated again.

Isn’t that a bit mean.

Bella Hill must have gone to a lot of trouble and used a lot of methods, but what she got in return was Walker Richter’s disgust, and if I drugged Walker Richter, it would just be a repeat of the same mistake, and would only make Walker Richter even more disgusted.

Then I’ve made an enemy instead of a backer for myself.

After thinking about it, I dumped the medicine, helped Walker Richter up, and fed him water.

Seriously, Walker Richter is really good-looking, the kind that makes women blush at a glance, and the man’s unique cold breath surrounded me, and I had no choice but to blush.

“Vomit …”

I didn’t even have time to react, Walker Richter spit right on me.

What karma. Last time I threw up on him, this time I got thrown up on him.

The unpleasant odor filled the air with that sour …

I pinched my nose and turned my back and took two deep breaths in a row, good-naturedly took off his shoes, got a hot towel and washed his face, and took off all his clothes.

Eyes move from Walker Richter’s chest all the way down …

Nice guy, really big.

I gulped and hurriedly averted my gaze, casually wiping him down twice and tucking him in.

After cleaning that up and leaving only a bedside lamp on, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

It was so stinky that I had to wash myself twice before I walked out of the bathroom scrubbing my hair.

Looking at Walker Richter on the bed, I just reacted to the fact that I had brought someone back to my room, the bed was taken by him, and I was either going to go sleep in the guest room or on the couch.

Took care of Walker Richter for a night, even if it did not put someone to sleep, but also can not be a living thunderbolt, dared to do good things without leaving a name, at least let him know what I have done for him, once how thoughtful care of him is not, and perhaps in the future can rub this good feeling to save his life.

I blow-dried my hair, grabbed a comforter and plopped down on the couch next to me, it was so late and sleepy that I fell asleep within a few moments.

In a daze, I felt a tickle on my face, as if a pair of warm hands were roaming around.

I dreamed of being at the orphanage with Ulysses Will, in the afternoons, we lay under the sycamore tree, the sun beating down warmly, the breeze blowing through, everything was so beautiful, and he always liked to tickle me in the face with a leaf while I was asleep.

“Stop it, Ulysses Will, I’m sleepy.”

I rolled over, feeling the temperature plummet and the cold as I wrapped the covers tightly around me.

The next day.

It was almost noon when I woke up, the bed was empty, and Walker Richter was out again.

Kelly Zex told me that Walker Richter was out the door at nine in the morning.

It’s the end of the year and Walker Richter is naturally busy with his project with Pheobe Wilson’s company, which also has to be finalized soon.

I washed up and changed to go next door to the nursery to check on SWEETHEART, the little kid is getting more and more like Walker Richter every day with those eyes.

After playing with SWEETHEART for a while, he got a call from a private investigator.

We set up a location to meet.

He didn’t have good news for me and said very apologetically, “I’m sorry Miss Hill, I couldn’t do it for you, I really don’t have a clue, why don’t you ask someone else to try again.”

“It’s okay, it’s an outcome I expected.”

I’m afraid there’s no one in the world who knows the whereabouts of the child except Bella Hill, and I’ve tried to get a word in edgewise with Jane Hasis, but I’ve had no luck.

Bella Hill is doing a careful job when it comes to children.

I gave him the final payment, “No need to investigate in the future.”

It would be futile to continue.

“Things didn’t work out, I won’t take this money.” The other party was still very principled.

After the private investigator left, I sat alone in the cafe for a while before leaving.

I tilted my head and looked up at the gray sky.

Where the hell are you, kid?

Passing a private clinic, I suddenly met an acquaintance.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Ben Richter’s wife, Tina Deross.

Tina Deross was carrying a large bag of medication in her hand, her head was bowed and she seemed to be crying, a man in a white coat had his hand on her shoulder comforting her, she was heavy hearted and nodded her head carelessly, she looked up and saw me, after a moment of surprise on her face, she hastily pulled away from the man.

The man, sensing her strangeness, followed the line of sight toward me, said a few more words to Tina Deross and went into the clinic.

I didn’t know what Tina Deross’s relationship with the man was, and not wanting to be nosy, I started the car and walked away as Tina Deross tried to come over.

I glanced at the time, it was one past noon, and passing the downstairs of THE RICHTER GROUP, I had a change of heart and bought a takeaway to carry to the office.

As soon as the young girl at the company’s front desk saw me, she immediately greeted me with a sincere, “Hi Ms. Richter.”

“You too.” I smiled back.

The little girl was even more terrified.

Along the way, employees of the Richter Group greeted me when they saw me.

I smiled back one by one, my face stiffening.

I came at a bad time, Walker Richter was still in a meeting, his secretary Emily told me to sit down and wait for a while, and soon served me coffee and snacks, afraid of slowing me down.

It seemed that Bella Hill hadn’t been in the company much before, and with her temper, it was normal for the secretary to be terrified and afraid.

“Young Lady, if you need anything, just call me.”

I laughed, “Relax, it’s not like I’m going to eat you, what are you so afraid of me for.”

Emily shook her head in a huff, “No, no.”

“Go out and do your business.”

As soon as I opened my mouth, Emily gave me a forty-five degree bow and headed out.

Walker Richter’s office is large and has a great view, standing in front of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a third of the North Side.

Standing tall and enjoying the wider world, one will realize that human beings are really very small, just a grain of dust.

I’ve never had a better look at the city I’ve lived in for twenty-two years than I have today.

Before I came back to the Hill family, Ulysses Will and I were busy surviving. In order to make ends meet, we rented a basement of less than ten square feet, and in order to earn rent, he went to the street to paint portraits for people, while I, too, ran around in various night markets, set up stalls to sell jewelry, and sold snacks, and when the city police came, I rolled up my things and ran for my life.

I don’t have the privileged life that Bella Hill has; she wants what she wants, and she can get it just by asking for it, and I, for one, fight for my life and live like an ordinary human being.

When the Hill family came to my door, I kind of couldn’t believe I had family in the world.

I remember the first time I went to THE Hill family and met Bella Hill for the first time.

I was wearing a cheap T-shirt and jeans from the ground floor with white shoes and a ponytail, while Bella Hill, beautiful as a princess in a high-fashion dress that cost over 100, 000 dollars a piece and a million dollars of LV in her hand, was getting ready to go to a party.

She gracefully came down the stairs, looked at me condescendingly, a touch of contempt in her gaze, and said, “Dad, Mom, have you made a mistake, how can this bumpkin be my sister.”

If I didn’t have the exact same face as Bella Hill, I wouldn’t believe I was from the Hill family.

“Who told you to come.”

A cold voice yanked me back from my funk.

Walker Richter came in with a cold face and slammed the file in his hand on the table.