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
“Oh! I forgot to tell you my little secret about Margaret,” Iverson thought, shaking his head, “Her first love was with a gardener when she was in high school. I remember one night I saw her and the gardener...”“Shut up, Iverson!” I yelled at him. “I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense!”“It's true, I'm not lying.” He looked up at me intently. “I saw the gardener fucking her!”“All right!” I couldn't help it. “Even if you're telling the truth, you can't just divulge people's secrets. Margaret is your sister, too.”“She's not my sister, she's just a little bitch from that old bitch!”“Can you be quiet for a while?”“Quiet! Quiet!” He said, putting his index finger between his lips.“Can you get me some beer?” He whispered.“Of course. You'll be in bed waiting for me until I get back.”“Just like this?” He said as he lay on the bed with his hands open.“Yes, that's right. If I catch you making a noise, I'll pour all the beer down the toilet!”“Yes, sir!” He said, covering his
Just before dawn, I was woken by the phone from the hotel manager to tell Frade that a man named Ian was looking for Iverson. With my permission, Frade asked the manager to hand Iverson over.Since then, I have never seen him again, not even during any of the election campaigns about Mickle. He seemed to disappear.Instead, it was Mia who made a name for herself in the entertainment business with Ian's help. She was interviewed by Oprah and frequently appeared on variety shows. Because of her perfect face and hot body, many fashion magazines have invited her to shoot the cover. In just a few short months, Mia went from a normal person to a famous star. She has taken on many endorsements and celebrity boyfriends.She's now a much more profitable woman than Kardashian, but as far as I know, because her brokerage firm is owned by the Wharton family, a lot of her income is taken away by the company, but she still enjoys it. Not only that, but she's using her current popularity to campaign
A week later, I was woken up by Ian's phone call. He informed me that I needed to accompany Mickle to a dinner party tonight. I was half asleep when I asked him if I needed to wear any kind of dress. He just told me that the driver would pick me up later to pick up some clothes from the fashion store.So I hung up the phone and slowly got up to brush my teeth and wash my face. During this time, Frade would be at company meetings, and we hadn't had breakfast together in the morning for a long time. As the pregnancy progressed, I became more and more sleepy. Sometimes I could sleep all day.When I finished my breakfast, the housekeeper informed me that there was a car waiting for me outside the door. I changed into a comfortable casual outfit and left the house.The driver drove me to a high-end custom dress shop, and as soon as I got out of the car, another car stopped.I saw Mia dressed up in a sexy dress as she got out of the car, wearing a pair of oversized black sunglasses, accompa
In the evening, Frade and I took a car to the Hilton Hotels where the banquet was being held. As soon as we got out of the car, we were surrounded by reporters with cameras pointing at us. Frade tried not to let them touch my body, so he put his body next to mine to protect me.At this time, from not far away came the sound of sports cars. The reporters were attracted by the sound one after another, and they all looked in the direction of the sound.“It's Mia!” One of the reporters shouted while others pointed cameras at Mia as she stepped out of the sports car.Mia put on delicate make-up tonight. She's wearing a red dress with the sides split open and a diamond necklace around her neck. As she stretches one of her thin white legs out of the sports car, the sound of cameras rolling around.I was secretly glad that the reporters had finally turned their attention to Mia so that I could easily enter the hotel.But then the journalists' attention shifted again. I saw a group of them run
As I let go of Frade's hand, he asked puzzledly, “Aren't we going home now?”“Give me two minutes,” I said, and walked straight to Mia.Mia looked at Margaret, who was so angry that she blushed. She couldn't help showing the winner's smile. My heart tightened. She probably didn't know how much trouble she was in.“Mia, I need to talk to you.”“Just say it here.”Mia raised her champagne glass and took a sip of the orange liquid. “You have three minutes.”“Did you do it?” I lowered my voice. “Those pictures of Margaret at the club.”“How could I have been so stupid to do such a thing?” Mia said with a smile. “Besides, I have been in the USA all the time, and those photos were obviously taken while she was in Germany.”“Even if you don't tell the truth, I still have a way to find out the truth.”“Go ahead and check it out,” Mia said nonchalantly. “I don't have time for you. I have to find dad. He needs a capable daughter by his side.”She walked straight past me to Mickle, who had taken
“I'm going to check on her,” I said, pulling the door open when Frade stopped me.“You don't want to see her like this.” Frade closed the door. “I've called an ambulance. You'd better stay in the car at this time.”The sound of an ambulance rang out in front, and the passers-by in front of them immediately dispersed to make way for the medical staff. My heart felt like it was being pulled up. Although I don't like Margaret, I never thought she would die.“Should we follow the ambulance to the hospital?” I looked uneasily ahead as two men in ambulance uniforms prepared to carry the wounded to the ambulance bed.“No,” said Frade decisively. “The rest will be taken care of. We should get out of here.”There was an air of evasiveness in his words, and even if Margaret's accident had nothing to do with us, it was hard to imagine what they would have written in the newspaper the next day if we had been caught on camera.“Hans, go home,” Frade ordered.The car turned around and changed direc
The next morning, Frade went to work as usual, and when I was sleepy, I remember he kissed me goodbye. It was Liv's phone that woke me up. She told me that she had sent some messages to my email.So I got up and opened my laptop after washing my face. I opened my email. The latest email was filled with computer code and pictures I couldn't read."Liv, honey," I said as I picked up the phone. "You'd better explain to me what all these codes and pictures mean. You know I'm not IT.""I'm sorry.” Liv chuckled at the other end of the phone. "I knew sending these to you wouldn't work, but Mark insisted. He said there was evidence we found.""So?""The picture of Margaret in the nightclub was posted by an Australian internet user, but we looked up the IP address and found that it was just a virtual address. So it could have been a hacker. You know, the harder the question, the more it gets my attention.""Go on.""We cracked the firewall and broke into the hacker's computer. Then we found ou