In the hospital ward, I lay on the bed. The medical monitor made a dripping sound in my ear. To pass the time, I reached into my nightstand, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV hanging on the wall.“Hey, are you feeling better?” Frade pushed the door open.“Can you tell the doctor to turn off the damn device?” I hate to hear such a short and continuous dripping sound, which makes me mistakenly think that I am seriously ill.“It's a baby heartbeat monitor.” Frade, who is sitting next to me, glances at the flashing red light. “I don't like the sound of it either, but it can monitor the baby's heartbeat at any time. You have to listen to the doctor.”“Is there something wrong with the baby?” I asked hastily.“It's fine.” Frade put his hand on my belly. “The doctor said that it's normal to have occasional abdominal pain in the early stages of pregnancy.”I breathed a sigh of relief.“The doctor said you need to rest and keep a relaxed mood.” Frade said, holding my hand, “Th
“I've decided to hold a press conference.” I sat up straight, “That's why I need to keep the card. I recently saw a media report online about my imprisonment. I wanted to take this opportunity to teach Mickle a lesson.”“How?” Frade asked.“I want to spread my personal experience online through the media,” I told him. “I think the media will definitely be interested in my experience. Maybe they'll even help me publish a book.”“You think that's gonna scare Mickle?”“I'm going to tell the press about my relationship with Mickle,” I said. “As soon as the secret is undiscovered, he won't be able to hurt me in private. After all, his actions are under watch.”“Eva, are you sure you want to do this?” Frade looks at me worriedly. “Don't you want to get out of here for a while?”“We're not going anywhere,” I said, “Danger is everywhere. When all the conspiracies are exposed to the light of day, the true faces of the villains will be revealed. Frade, this time we're up against something. Runn
Tommy put me in touch with a reporter from the New City Weekly, and we set up our first interview in a hospital room.I had planned to meet him in a cafe near the hospital, but Tommy thought it would be better for me to do my first interview there. First, for security reasons, and second, Tommy believes that journalists are emotionally involved in the writing of their stories. If a reporter sees me in my hospital gown, he'll be more sympathetic to me.He is about to hear a pregnant woman describe her own traumatic experiences, and he cannot help but feel compassion for the woman. And he will incorporate that compassion into his writing.And as Tommy imagined, when New City Weekly's Paul first met me, his eyes lit up with surprise. At the beginning of the interview, he asked some tough questions.This, as Tommy told me, was a common trick with journalists. They ask tough or embarrassing questions to test the reactions of the interviewees. The goal is usually to test whether the intervi
“The press outside the manor has been waiting for three days,” Frade said, looking out through the window. “Do you want me to have them removed?”“It's unnecessary.”I saw a lot of reporters sitting on the side of the road outside the manor with cameras around their necks. They stared expectantly at the gate. As soon as someone or a car came out, they would rush in.“Send some food and water to them,” I told Frade. “They may have to wait another two days.”“Are you going to talk to those people?” Frade looks at me in confusion.“Why not?” I said. “People always want to know the truth.”Then Frade made a phone call to tell the housekeeper to bring food and water to the waiting reporters outside. The second he hung up, his phone rang again.“Mark and Liv want to see you,” Frade said, clutching the phone. “They're near the estate.”“I'd love to meet them.” I took Frade's call. “Hey, my spy friends. You can go straight to the manor.”Mark's voice came from the other end of the line. “We g
“Mia, you told us that you had very important evidence that you were related to Mickle Blanton. “Is this the document?” The host said, holding up a document in a transparent plastic paper bag, “Can you confirm the authenticity of this document?”“This is a DNA test result. If you have any questions about the authenticity of the document, you can contact the person in charge of this testing institution at the scene.” Mia casually brushed her hair behind the curtain, “I swear on my life that this document is not a fake.”“Please give us five minutes,” the host said to the camera. “We need to authenticate this DNA test on the spot.”At this point, I glanced at the live show where the number of online viewers had reached 100,000 and was growing.This has gone way beyond what I originally planned. Damn it, Mia, how could she show up?“The DNA document has been verified to be completely accurate.” The host turned to Mia behind the curtain. “This document shows that you and Mr Mickle Blanton
I saw my sisters Mia and Frade return after half an hour. Mia sported a low-cut bodice, a short skirt, and big sunglasses that nearly obscured her entire face. She walks alongside Frade, rubbing herself against him, but she can't keep up with him.“I can't accept that she has the same face as you,” Liv said, sitting next to me in a voice I could only hear. “She dresses like a p.rostitute.”“She's my sister.” I looked at the two people who had come in, “Though I didn't want to admit it.”I observed as they entered the living room through the front door. When Mia noticed me, she removed her bizarre spectacles. Her perfectly made-up face broke into a phoney smile.“Hello, my sister. Long time no see.” Mia left her sunglasses on the sofa as if this was her home.I heard Liv snort at her, but Mia didn't care that Liv wasn't nice to her. Mia glanced at Frade, who was taking off his coat, and she said it to him deliberately.“Are you feeling hot, Frade?”“No. It just has your scent on it. I
“You don't know anything,” I said, “If Mickle hadn't come after me, I wouldn't have told the press that he had an illegitimate daughter. Because I can only be protected by exposing my identity to the press. Look at you, you opened up your genetic test to get the title of the President's daughter. You've completely messed up my plans. You might even annoy Mickle.”“But he wouldn't dare kill us,” Mia said, taking a chance. “Now that everyone knows he's my real father, he wouldn't dare make us disappear in front of the media.”I only wanted to use the media's authority to bargain with Mickle, but Mia appeared in front of the public with this DNA test, compelling Mickle to admit that he and us were father and daughter. He most likely assumed it was my plan.Mickle was most concerned with the recording, and if he used his official powers to dismiss it as a farce, Mia and I would be gone shortly.This plan was fraught with danger, and Mia had us walking a tightrope. We would have fallen int
“I'd advise you not to take out your pistol here,” said Ian, glancing at Frade's hand behind his waist, “Although Mr Blanton told me to try to get you out peacefully, he did not forbid me to use force against you.”“You can try.” Before Frade could finish his sentence, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Ian's head.“Once again, let us go!”Even though Frade's pistol was aimed at Ian's head, he didn't change his expression. The next moment, a red light came from nearby. A small red dot was pointed right at Frade's heart.Ian just waved his hand, and the red light shot straight at me. The red dot that had been on Frade shifted to me.“Mr Logan, I'd drop that pistol if I were you,” Ian said, smiling at Frade.Frade looked at me, then he threw the pistol to the ground. After Ian raised his right hand and gestured, a black SUV drove right up to us.“Please get in, Miss,” Ian said as he opened the door.I was in the back seat of the car, and just as Frade was about to catch up, Ian