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173 I Won't Believe Your Nonsense
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His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 174 I Hate You
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
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“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
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“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,
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I took a peek at Frade, who was fast asleep, and slipped out of bed with my bare feet on the carpet. I carefully pushed open the door and went into the living room to reply to a text message from an unknown number.I need to talk to you about the recording of my mother. (Eva)A second later, Daley sent me a URL.Open the computer and paste the link. (Daley)So I turned on my laptop, and when I clicked on the link a dialog box appeared.This is the only way we can talk to each other without being watched. (Daley)I need the recording of my mother. Tell me where it is. (Eva)Whatever you need it for, I can get you a copy of the file. Trust me, the originals are safest with me. (Daley)Then he transmitted a file, and I clicked receive. The file was downloaded onto my computer.Are you and the baby okay? (Daley)We're fine. Are you in Mexico? (Eva)I can't tell you where I am, but I'm safe. Did you get my divorce papers in the mail? (Daley)Yes. (Eva)All right. Good luck with Frade. (Dal
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“Have we met before, sir?” I looked at the man in the wheelchair. He had Mickle's face and pale blue eyes. I can't remember where I saw him.“Are you dressed, Eva?” Ian came over and urged me. “We're ready for the photo.”“I've already changed.”“Iverson, what are you doing here?” Ian noticed the man in the wheelchair. “It's not your turn to take pictures yet. You can rest in your room.”“So, this woman is my father's other daughter?” The man looked at me with a half-smile. “I'm Iverson, Mickle's loser son.”This disabled man is Mickle's son? I've never seen him on the news. No wonder he looks like Mickle.“Iverson, you'd better not say that to the press.” Ian looked serious. “You should know very well why you're here.”“I cooperate with you, I understand that,” Iverson said as he pressed the button on the electric wheelchair, which immediately turned around.“Let me know when it's my turn to perform.”As I watched the man in the wheelchair leave, I couldn't help but ask Ian, “Is his
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“That's enough! Somebody stop them!” Catherine hurried down the stairs, calling for two servants to spear the two women apart.“See what you're doing?” Catherine glared at her daughter and Mia. “Margaret, I told you to stay in the room.”“This mongrel broke your favourite vase!” Marguerite said, pointing her messy hair at Mia's face. “She provoked me!”“Margaret! As a lady, you shouldn't make a scene here!” Catherine went to her daughter to check if her face was hurt. After confirming that she wasn't hurt, Catherine's tone softened.“It's just a vase! If your dad sees you fighting over a vase with someone who's not worth it, he'll feel sorry for you!”“I don't understand why dad wants these two mongrels in our family,” said Marguerite in the wayward voice of a little girl, “Now my classmates know that my dad has two illegitimate daughters outside, and they all sneer at me! Mom, I hate them!”“Shh!” Catherine coaxed her daughter. “Didn't your father discuss this with you? Stop making a
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“Can I help you?” I looked at his wheelchair as it approached the car.“I just want to take a ride,” he said, opening the door and climbing swiftly from his wheelchair into the car seat.“Please put my wheelchair in the trunk of the car. Thank you,” he said from the back seat to me standing outside. “Press the red button and the wheelchair will automatically be folded.”I don't know how to refuse his easy-going attitude. Through the glass, he kept urging me, “Hurry up!”So I reluctantly moved the wheelchair into the trunk of the car according to his request. When I sat in the passenger seat, he could not wait to say to the driver, “Go to the starry sky bar.”The driver started the car at once, and I happened to see two servants running out of the manor as if they were looking for something.“They're looking for you, aren't they?” I looked sideways at Iverson.“Those two fucking idiots wanted to send me back to the sanitarium,” Iverson said unhappily. “I told them I needed some free ti
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I sat in the driver's seat and peered through the window as Frade and the bartender dragged the intoxicated Iverson out of the pub with his head hung low. On their way to the car, Iverson even sprayed vomit on Frade's suit.Frade and the bartender worked together to put Iverson on the back seat, and he couldn't help complaining, "This guy is really heavy."I scowled as I saw the intoxicated man. He smelled like alcohol, which made the air in the car disgusting. I'm beginning to regret my involvement. Mickle should be the one to clean up this mess.“Wait, there's his wheelchair,” the bartender says, hurrying back to the bar. Soon, he's carrying Iverson's wheelchair and putting it in the trunk of the car.“Can we go now?” I asked.“Where?” Frade asked, fastening his seat belt. “Should we send him back to Mickle's estate?”Just as I was about to say yes, Iverson yelled at us from the backseat.“I'm not going back to that old man's house. I'm not going back!”“Shut up!” I scolded him. “We
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His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 200 We Chose You
A week later, the trip to Mexico didn't go well. Mexicans were angry at Mickle's claims that the wall had been expanded. The Mexican president and Mickle met in secret for three hours. I don't know what they talked about.After the meeting, he got on a plane and left Mexico. But he left me behind, and I knew exactly what he was doing.I was not surprised to see Daley in front of me as the representative of Mexico. Instead, I had the urge to punch him, but I held back.During my stay in Mexico, Daley was responsible for receiving me as the Mexican representative. The night we met, he took me to a fancy restaurant in Mexico City.“I had no idea that the famous Daley was already a member of council.”I looked across at Daley. The last time we parted, he looked pale. But now, beneath his mask of calm lies a kind of ineffable pride.“Do you have to talk to me like that?” Daley smiled at me, “It's been a long time since we were alone together and I miss you so much. I think we should celebr
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 199 Farewell
“Why do you always have to decide before you tell me?” Frade asked, smoking hard on the couch. “Didn't I tell you to consult me before you made any decisions?”“Because this time there is no room for negotiation.” I stood in front of him, looking at him like that. My heart felt extremely painful. But I had to tell him about my decision. We have to face the truth eventually.“Mia was dead.”Frade's face froze for a few seconds. “She's dead?”“She escaped from the sanatorium, frantically searching for her father and questioning him as to why he had abandoned her. Mickle's bodyguard shot her for endangering the president. It happened right in front of me.”I have mixed feelings about Mia's death. Even though she was detestable, her death was like a razor blade slicing through my unsuspecting skin. It was instant, clear pain.Frade continued to smoke heavily. He didn't show much emotion about Mia's death. But I guess he felt the same way.He was in love with Mia. Her love was fake, but hi
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 198 I Will Stay
I didn't expect Mickle to agree to meet with me as soon as I contacted him. But I had to go jogging with him, so I changed into a white sweatshirt and drove to his estate.We jogged side by side on a path near the estate, with two bodyguards following us. I can't remember the last time I ran in the morning. I was a little out of it at first, but after a while, I got my breath back.“Do you need a few minutes?” Mickle, who was wearing a black, short-sleeved tracksuit, turned to me. “Looks like you haven't exercised in a while.”“I'm fine,” I said.“I'll wait for you at the lake ahead,” he said as he continued to run.By the time I got to the lake, he was resting. A burly bodyguard offered him water, but Mickle gave it to me.“You need water,” he says.“Thank you.” I opened the bottle cap and took a sip. The bodyguard somehow took out another bottle of water and handed it to him.“It's a rare day for you to call me,” Mickle said, his face flushed but his tone calm. Judging from his stro
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 197 The Dark Sky
According to Vickie's will, her body will be transported back to Italy for burial. So Frade decided to hold a simple farewell ceremony for Vickie in the manor. After the ceremony, he would be in charge of sending Vickie's body back home with Mark.Vickie was right that no Sicilian would refuse the dying wish to return home. This time, they offered to open their arms to the Logan family to show their deepest sorrow.The place of the farewell ceremony was chosen in the hall of the manor, and all the participants were dressed in black as a sign of mourning. Black-and-white photographs of Vickie's life were placed in the centre of the hall. As her body was temporarily placed in the hospital morgue, guests had to mourn over her picture in silence.Each of the guests held a white chrysanthemum in their hands and placed it in front of the tablet. In the photo, she looked at everyone with a smile on her face, her eyes looking at everything indifferently.Frade greets guests who have come to p
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 196 Vickie is Dead
In the room, Vickie is lying on her bed, a private nurse holding a clear plastic tube attached to a ventilator up her nose. Since a trip to Italy, Vickie has grown weaker. Mark told me that she was taken home in an ambulance from a private hospital after she landed.“Why don't you take her to the hospital?” I asked in a low voice.“She's determined to go home,” Mark said. “No one can change her mind, and you know it.”“The patient needs to rest. Please leave the room,” the middle-aged brown-haired nurse said politely.Mark and I left the room just as Frade and Vickie's doctor came out of the other room. That was the room where they had been discussing Vickie's condition, and Frade's sullen face didn't look good.It's terrible.“Mark, please help me get Dr. Hans out of here.” Frade's voice was hoarse and tired, and the stubble on his face seemed to have grown overnight, making him look even gloomier.“Are you all right, darling?” I stroked his cheek and looked at the man in front of me
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 195 Asking For Help
A middle-aged woman in a plain grey T-shirt and light blue jeans sat on the living room sofa, her hands on her closed knees, her eyes downcast. The coffee in front of her was steaming, and it was obvious that she hadn't touched it.“Hey!” I whispered. “I'm Eva.”“Hi!” The woman stood up at once. She looked at me a little stiffly. “My name is Joe. I'm a friend of Joan's. We're all in the same union.”“How did you find me?” I motioned for her to sit down.“Joan gave me your number,” said Joe, “And we found your place. I'm sorry to bother you so late. Joan needs your help.”“You didn't come alone?” I asked curiously.“I have another colleague with me,” Joe said truthfully. “He's waiting for me outside.”“Is he here to ensure your safety?” I looked at her. “Since your friend is worried about your safety, why are you looking for me? So, what's the matter?”“We just...” Joe looked down sheepishly. “Just in case. But Joan says you're a trustworthy person. You're not like your father.”“I hel
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 194 Losing Leverage
During my stay in the hospital, I received many greeting cards and gifts from strangers. They piled gifts for the baby in front of the hospital or at the nurses' station, and a few fanatical fans even pretended to be nurses sneaking into the ward to see the baby. Fortunately, the fanatics were spotted by the doctor on duty and called the police, who quickly took them away.To prevent this from happening, Frade picked me and my baby up from the hospital in the middle of the night and took us back to the manor. Frade also put guards around the manor to keep out outsiders, leaving Mark in charge of all security, and Liv came to accompany me.Frade was on the move for us to leave the United States. This time he didn't entrust anyone but himself. He didn't tell me that he had met with those people. But from his tired face after each return, I can guess that our departure would become a distant dream.When Vickie learned of Frade's plan, she decided to go to Italy herself, because most of t
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 193 the Baby and the President
“What does a newborn baby get him?” I stared at Ian. “He's already president.”“The president just wants to show his concern for you,” Ian explained patiently. “This baby is his granddaughter. You're family.”“What an official statement,” I said. “Just this once. I need at least three months off for the rest of the year. During that time, neither I nor my baby could be seen in any media.”“Deal,” Ian readily agreed.“I'll give you some time to get ready,” Ian said. “I'll let you know when the president is arriving at the hospital.”After Ian leaves, Frade gently places the baby in her own crib, where she falls fast asleep without crying or fussing. Frade walks to the bedside, his eyes brimming with anger. I knew he was unhappy with my decision, and as I prepared for his wrath, he just lowered his voice and said, “Why did you agree to his request?”“Because I can't say no.” I looked at him. “Ian's right. Mickle is the baby's grandfather. I have no reason to say no to him visiting his g
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 192 The Birth Of The Baby
“Do you have to go to the inauguration?” Frade asked as he peeled the apple. “The doctor told me your due date is coming up.”The skin he cut off with a knife was attached to the flesh of the apple, and less than two-thirds of the whole apple was left in his hand. I stared at the silver knife in his hand and asked, “Do you have a problem with apples?”“I hope this knife didn't cut apples, but...”“Stop,” I reminded him. “Watch your mouth.”“I don't want you to go to a crowded place,” Frade said, handing me a peeled apple. “In that case, all eyes are on the new president. If you're not feeling well or...”“Ian will have a nurse with me,” I said. “Besides, I only promised to be at the inauguration, and as soon as it's over, I'll be home.”“I'm going with you,” Frade said, “Or I won't trust you.”“Sure,” I readily agreed. “I'll tell Ian and get him to set you up.”“All I have to do is stand next to you.” Frade walked to the bed and brushed my cheek, then put a hand on my belly.“She's mo
