“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
“Why are you sending people after me?” I questioned him.“I'm going after your husband, Daley, not you,” Mickle said. “I didn't think you'd be on the boat.”“Why did the police charge me with murder?”“It was a personal move on Mikeal's part. He thought he could impress me that way.”“Wasn't it part of your plan for the police to arrest me?” I looked at him straight in the eye, trying to catch him in a lie, but he didn't change his expression.“First, Daley threatened me with an audiotape. Not only did he ask me to help him escape the US, but he also asked me to help him with his drug business. I had only agreed to send him out of the US, but he asked too much, so I had to deal with him. I'm sorry if my actions hurt you.” Mickle's tone was exactly the same as when he was in front of the cameras, “So I went to Mikeal and asked him about your mother's tape. Mikeal didn't know anything about it. He thought it was a conspiracy between you and Daley. He told me he'd fix it. I never thought
Mickle picked up the phone on his desk and dialled a number. Then he just said a word to the other end.“Let her in!”What he said was “Her” instead of “Daughter” or ‘Lady’. Maybe, in Mickle's eyes, we were just women plotting against him.The door opened and I heard the soft sound of high heels on the carpet. As Mia's aggressive perfume drew closer, I got up from the couch.When Mia saw me, she tried to pretend to give me a hug with a smile on her face. I slapped her in the face.“What the hell are you doing?” Mia yelled at me, clutching her face.“As your older sister, I think it's my duty to educate you.” I gently shook my hands, which were trembling with pain, “Remember, never do anything that insults our mother. Or I will tear you up like those pieces of paper and throw you on the ground.”Mia looked at Mickle in shock, but he pretended to be helpless and slightly shrugged his shoulders, “I told you, this won't work!”“How dare you forge our mother's letters.” I glared at Mia. “Y
“I'm going to give you the last chance,” Mickle said. “I'm not going to repeat myself.”“Mikeal!” I blurted out. “I want him to lose everything.”“You hate him,” Mickle whispered. “Like you hate me?”“Whatever deal you made with him, he knows your history with my mother,” I said. “He's a time bomb for you, too.”“Aren't you?” Mickle squinted at me.“But he's not my family.”“We're family,” Mia interjected. “You should trust your daughter more!”“Daughter?” Mickle laughed sarcastically. “And my daughters are negotiating with their father.”“Because we're a family of politicians,” Mia said hastily.I waited in silence for an answer. When the tension subsided, Mickle tapped me on the shoulder.“I can give you what you want. But you have to give me what I want.”“Deal!” I subconsciously clenched my hands when I agreed.Mickle walked to his desk again and held the receiver up to his ear.“Ian, come in.”Less than two minutes after Mickle hung up, Ian pushed the door open and entered the ro
“Can you be more specific?” Ian looked at me. “I mean, do you want your foster father to go bankrupt or...”As Ian spoke, he put his hand on the front of his neck and made a killing posture. I knew what he meant. So I said to him.“I hope he goes broke.”Leaving Mikeal with nothing is more painful than ending his life.“It's tricky.” Ian frowned. “But there's nothing in this world that a consultant can't solve, especially a good one like me.”“I'm listening.”“In fact, we investigated your husband and found out that he and Mikeal were secretly manipulating the stock price.”“My ex-husband,” I corrected him.“Oh, your ex-husband,” Ian said, pretending to be surprised, “Of course that's not enough to bankrupt Mikeal. Mikeal will be charged with your ex-husband's involvement in the drug business by some means, but the process is complicated and may require you to provide evidence to the police. But you can rest assured that we will make arrangements in advance.”“I believe you can do it,