President's Substitute Wife

Chapter 240 Calling the police

I entered the crowd and saw Murray in a casual suit and a loose sweater. He was shouting at a beggar who was lying on the ground and looked very poor. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The beggar said pitifully, “I just beg from you. You may not give it to me. I’m really disabled.”

“Are you really disabled?”

Murray reached directly and tried to pull the beggar up from the ground.

Those who came to the temple were kind. When they saw Murray do it, they accused him.

“You are a middle-aged man. How can you do that?”

“He is really a disabled man.”

“You are too much. You bully a beggar!”

I saw that the disabled man’s two sleeves were empty. He seemed to have no hands.

Murray tried to pull him but he resisted.

“Mr. Moore.” I hurried to him. “What are you doing?”

Murray saw me and was immediately surprised, “here you are. Help me pull him. I have to expose him today.”

“...”

I was embarrassed.

As soon as the people around saw that Murray and I knew each other, they persuaded me, “take him away quickly.”

“He is really a disabled man.”

“I’m calling the police.”

Someone said to call the police, so I took out my cell phone and said to Murray, “Mr. Moore, don’t be angry. I’ll call the police. The police will deal with him.”

“You are right.” After hearing what I said, Murray stopped pulling the beggar. He sat down and took his purse. “Don’t try to escape. Your purse is here with me. You can’t go on pretending when the police come.”

The beggar was angry and opened his mouth to bite.

When he moved, I found that this man really had hands. His hands were curled up in front of his chest and his bones seemed different from normal people, so I couldn’t see them if I didn’t look carefully.

After confirming it, I was very confident. I called the police directly.

All the people around were watching.

The man was scared when he saw me call the police. He stood up directly and took out his two arms. He put on his clothes and said awkwardly, “I’m wrong. Please spare me. Life is not easy.”

When people around saw that the beggar really had hands, they immediately changed their attitude.

“You are shameless! You lied to us!”

“My God. You really have hands. You are begging here every day. I gave you a lot of money. Give me back the money!”

“Pay me back!”

Everyone began to ask for money.

The beggar wanted to escape but his purse was in Murray’s hands so he couldn’t leave.

Murray looked at him. “You’re younger than me. I’m working but you’re begging. You can make your own money. No matter how much money you make, you can spend it confidently. Those who give you money may be poorer than you.”

“Yes.” The beggar grabbed his purse and nodded.

“Many people who come here have difficulties. Are you not ashamed to deceive them?”

Murray had been educating him.

The beggar nodded and cried, “please give me your purse back. I will work hard and stop begging.”

He knew he would be punished if the police came.

I couldn’t help persuading, “Mr. Moore, don’t get angry. I’ll treat you to tea.”

Murray laughed. “Okay.” He let go of the purse and became serious. “This time my apprentice is here, so I spare you.”

The beggar took his purse and ran away quickly.

Murray and I went back to the Carson City by car.

On the way he asked me, “would you like to be my apprentice?”

My heart quivered.

Maybe it was a really good opportunity for me.

I looked at him sincerely and said, “Mr. Moore, I’d like to be your apprentice.”

“Really?” Murray looked at me and said anxiously, “if you are my apprentice, you have to concentrate on your study and not meet your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore.” I gave a wry smile, “Sean is married. I have nothing to do with him.”

“What?”

I thought Murray would be happy to hear that, but he got angry. “Didn’t he marry you?”

“He and I have misunderstandings and I intend to disappear completely in his life.” I drooped my eyes.

“What do you mean?” Murray looked at me suspiciously. “Do you want to commit suicide?”

“No.” I smiled and looked at Murray. “I’m going to be your apprentice. I can’t commit suicide.”

The taxi soon reached the Carson City.

It was morning. Murray took me to a teahouse.

This teahouse was historic. Murray made tea and said, “since you’re going to be my apprentice, I’m going to drink your tea today.”

“Ah?”

I was surprised.

Although I planned to do so, I didn’t expect Murray to be more impatient than me.

Murray was not happy. “I wanted you to be my apprentice for a long time. It’s been six months. You are too slow!”

I was a bit embarrassed when he finished.

Murray made tea and said to me, “if you really want to be my apprentice, I will teach you well. I’ll teach you everything you want to learn. I can let others teach you what I don’t know.”

“Thank you...” I looked at Murray sincerely.

I had a problem. I wanted to ask him, but I was afraid Murray would get angry.

What if he didn’t want me to be his apprentice?

Murray seemed to know what I was thinking. He smiled. “Are you curious? A lot of people want to be my apprentice and you don’t have anything very outstanding. Why do I want you to be my apprentice?”

I was stunned.

Murray was outspoken.

When he finished, I nodded with a smile.

I didn’t know what to say.

Murray just pointed to a cup of tea in front of him and said, “you serve tea for me first, and then I will tell you.”

I looked at the bowl of tea. I stood up and carried the tea. Then I knelt down and put the tea in front of my eyebrows. I said respectfully, “master, please have tea.”