Queen Revenge

Ulysses Will sat up in shock, looked at me in dismay, and asked me uncertainly, “Split personality? How.”

I said, “I’ve consulted with doctors and have encountered the emergence of another personality within Bella Hill, that of Selina Versta, and conditions like Bella Hill’s are dangerous.”

“Selina Versta? “Ulysses Will’s eyebrows were gathered together, “How did it come to this.”

I had been surprised, too, at how Bella Hill had turned out like this, and then it dawned on me.

Loving someone really can turn someone into something they’re not, into something they’re not.

I took a deep breath and said, “Ulysses Will, I don’t really want to get in the middle of what you two are doing, Bella Hill is crazy enough without being sick, nowadays who knows what she’s going to do next, and the only person who can change her is you.”

Ulysses Will touches his broken leg and is silent for a moment, “Alva, just go, I know what to do.”

In Ulysses Will’s eyes, even if Bella Hill let someone break his leg, he didn’t hate it, it was more like helplessness and disappointment.

I left the hospital, looking for the doctor asked, Ulysses Will’s legs only need to recuperate a few months to walk normally, Bella Hill is ultimately intolerant, the hand is also mastered.

She even invited foreign experts to treat Ulysses Will’s face and hands.

The doctor I found for him before did not completely cure him, but only some improvement, his hand still can’t hold a brush, in Bella Hill’s heart, Ulysses Will is perfect, she won’t allow Ulysses Will to have flaws.

In Bella Hill’s heart, Ulysses Will is perfect, and she will not allow Ulysses Will to be flawed.

Walking out of the hospital, I looked up at the sky and suddenly felt that today’s sky was especially blue.

“Young Lady, please come back with us.”

The two bodyguards that I got rid of appeared out of nowhere.

I actually didn’t think about escaping, no matter where I escaped to, as long as Walker Richter didn’t let go, I would still be found.

I exhaled a cloudy breath, “Let’s go.”

Back at Pear orchard, Walker Richter was sitting on the living room couch with his legs folded.

I subconsciously clenched my hands at the sight of him.

“Come here.” Walker Richter beckoned me toward him, his face expressionless and unreadable.

The two bodyguards retreated, and I hesitantly walked over, not daring to get too close, keeping a distance of three steps from him.

Walker Richter’s narrow eyes narrowed slightly, “Closer.”

I gritted my teeth and nervously moved another step, not daring to advance any further.

He gave me a cold, sidelong glance, “Where did it go?”

I don’t believe he doesn’t know where I went.

I pursed my lips tightly and didn’t say anything.

He was patient, ghostly lighting a cigarette, his low voice with a thin coolness, “Alva Hill, I Walker Richter do not lack women, do not challenge my patience.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Yes, when you Walker Richter open your mouth, the women who automatically pounce on you can be lined up abroad, it’s me, Alva Hill, who doesn’t know any better, spoiling Mr. Richter’s piece of mind.” I sneered, “So I implore Mr. Richter to be magnanimous and let me go, just don’t torture each other.”

Walker Richter exhaled a ring of smoke, white smoke that made you wonder what was hidden in those deep eyes, “Where can you go after you leave here? You know what Martin Mo is doing these days? He’s getting ready to marry the Hill family’s daughter, Shirley Hill.”

Martin Mo is marrying Yilia Young?

That’s impossible.

I didn’t believe Walker Richter’s words, although Yilia Young is the Hill family’s daughter and the heir to the Hill Group, she is a far cry from the Mo family, and the two of them don’t have a relationship, so even if it is a family marriage, it’s not possible.

Walker Richter could see my disbelief, snorted coldly and threw today’s newspaper on the table, “Take a good look.”

I picked up the newspaper, the Mo Group’s only son Martin Mo and Hill’s daughter Shirley Hill are close to each other, the text was enlarged so that I could see it at a glance, and there was also a picture of the two of them underneath.

How so sudden.

“Alva Hill, you have nowhere else to go.”

He was certain that I would have to stay in Pear orchard.

At his word, the Hill family would not dare let me go back.

With Martin Mo marrying Yilia Young and Ulysses Will having Bella Hill, I was dependent on him, Walker Richter.

I didn’t bother to explain the relationship with Martin Mo, and calmly put the newspaper on the table, “I’m tired, go upstairs and squint for a while.”

I don’t want to fight with Walker Richter, whatever he thinks.

I don’t believe he can imprison me for the rest of my life.

Walker Richter was a little surprised by my apathetic response, and he was about to say something when the call came.

I had no intention of listening to who he was talking to on the phone, but I still heard him pick up the phone and call out, “Su.”

After that he left in a hurry.

I stood at the top of the stairs, looking at his anxious back, and my heart throbbed again.

One call from Susan Su, no matter what he was doing or where he was, he would be the first to rush over.

Perhaps because he felt that Martin Mo and Ulysses Will were no longer a threat, Walker Richter didn’t watch me so closely, and even allowed Fiona Croix to come to Pear orchard to see me.

Fiona Croix was worried when she saw my listlessness, [Alva, why don’t you call the Hill family and ask them to pick you up, you’ll get into trouble if you go on like this].

“They can’t afford to offend THE Richter family, there’s no way they’ll pick me up, and I don’t need to.” I had been in Pear orchard for so long that neither Frank Hill nor Jane Hasis had come to see me, it was as if I wasn’t there.

[What the hell does Walker Richter mean to imprison you for the rest of your life.]

I smiled and said in a fake relaxed tone, “That’s not bad, someone manages to eat and drink, mixing food and living in such a big house, I don’t know how many people envy it.”

[Alva.] Fiona Croix squeezed my hand heartily.

I gave her a relieved smile, “I’m fine, Fiona, I’ve figured it out, what comes around goes around, if you get tough with Walker Richter, the one who loses out is yourself, so it’s better to relax and wait for the opportunity.”

In fact, I wondered if Walker Richter would leave me alone if I really gave birth.

Maybe when Ben Richter took over the company, Walker Richter keep me also useless, maybe tired of, let me go.

I don’t have anything else, but I do have a lot of time, so it’s good to read books at Pear orchard, learn something, enrich myself, and make my heart calm.

I could wait, but someone couldn’t.

There was no way Susan Su was going to let me stay with Walker Richter.

Fiona Croix stayed with me in Pear orchard for half a day, and I let her go back.

Fiona Croix was afraid that I would be bored in Pear orchard and would often come over. Walker Richter also returned my cell phone to me, and I don’t know whether Walker Richter deleted all the records or my cell phone didn’t have a single missed call or message.

Martin Mo didn’t contact me, and I didn’t contact him.

This day.

Shortly after Fiona Croix left, an old acquaintance I wasn’t expecting called me and asked me to meet him.

By this time, I had no idea what Pheobe Wilson wanted with me.

Ghostly, I actually agreed to go to the appointment.

Pheobe Wilson asked me to meet her at the river where there were few people.

When I went there, she was sitting on a bench by the river, her body thin, as if the wind blew and she ran away.

Thinking about what happened to her, I had mixed feelings and walked over, “What did you want to see me about.”

Pheobe Wilson looked up at me, “I came to say goodbye.”