Queen Revenge

Walker Richter admitting it so openly was something I didn’t expect and couldn’t figure out.

He must be joking. How is that possible? There’s no possibility at all.

It’s not like I didn’t fantasize about having Walker Richter fall in love with me once, but I always thought that was so metaphysical that the odds of winning the lottery were a lot better than that.

Just as I was having a heavenly battle in my mind, Walker Richter made a comment that sent wild waves through my mind.

He said in a low voice, “Alva Hill, it’s not so bad if we just live like this for the rest of our lives.”

That was the first time I heard the three words Alva Hill from his mouth, and despite the showdown last night, I was still surprised when I heard them, and the phrase ‘for life’ was like an army of thousands of horses rushing past my heart, raising yellow sand in the sky, and then, in a flash, all was silent, and the dust flew poplar and fell, like an illusion.

I stared at him in a daze, and at that moment, my heartbeat accelerated, having thought that there would be no more heartbeats, his unhurried, even matter-of-fact words made me feel fluttering once again.

Turns out, this heart that thought it was dead could still be so alive.

It took me a while to settle down, “Walker Richter, you know who I am, you should be aware of our current relationship, that being said, I should still be calling you my brother-in-law, and you’re saying you want to spend the rest of your life with me, that’s just unbelievable.”

“This Ms. Richter position is one that you’ve taken for yourself.” Walker Richter raised his eyebrows lightly, “Alva Hill, you were supposed to be a dead man, now I’m giving you the honorable status and you’re sitting in Ms. Richter’s position, it’s a win-win situation, why not?”

“Win-win?”

The throbbing heart seemed to stop beating.

Unspeakable bitterness and embarrassment spread silently.

Turns out I misunderstood.

All he saw was my face.

All those good things he did to me were just to keep me, he needed someone to sit in the position of Ms. Richter because of Mr. Richter’s mother’s ten percent share.

“Any smart woman should know how to choose, Alva Hill, and I believe you are a smart woman.”

I lifted my lips and smiled, “I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint President Richter, I ask myself that I’m not a smart woman and I can’t be someone else all my life, shedding the identity of Bella Hill is the only way I can live with honor.”

“Alva Hill, you’re afraid.” Walker Richter sounded certain, “You’re afraid you’ll fall in love with me.”

Walker Richter has a real eye for seeing things.

My innermost fear is indeed the fear that I will fall in love with Walker Richter, who is unattainable, and that falling in love with him will probably end up a hundred times worse than falling in love with Ulysses Will.

But how could I admit it with my mouth.

“Walker Richter, you are too conceited.” I said, “I just want to live a peaceful life, wind and flowers, glory and wealth, are not what I want, even if I want to find someone to live my whole life, that person must be like-minded with me, and have the same heart, and you and I, we are not in the same world.”

“Yes?”

Walker Richter hooked his lips, and before I knew it, my lips were soft.

This time he just slapdash, touched and separated, very gentleman, around so, my heart still suddenly accelerated, soft touch like electric current hit the whole body, cheeks hot.

In his ear was his mellow voice: “Alva Hill, your body is more honest than your mouth.”

Being exposed to my mind, I was irritated, “It’s just a normal physiological reaction.”

He laughed softly and collected his features, saying with an expressionless face, “Being Ms. Richter is a wise choice for you, and don’t forget our agreement.”

After he reminded me of that, I remembered that I still owed Walker Richter a million dollars.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I asked tentatively, “Walker Richter, what are you going to do if I insist on not being Ms. Richter?”

“You have a choice?”

In one sentence, I already understood his meaning, since he chose to showdown with me, he must have already calculated everything.

I left the Richter family before I did, and I’m afraid the Hill family went bankrupt immediately, and naturally I didn’t end up any better, Frank Hill and Jane Hasis wouldn’t have stood by and watched Hill’s group go bankrupt, and wouldn’t have not pursued Bella Hill’s whereabouts.

I suddenly regretted why I stayed with THE Richter family in the first place, it’s almost like I lifted a rock and smashed it into my own foot.

I didn’t realize until years later that it was all meant to be.

As I did with Ulysses Will, as I did with Walker Richter.

Nothing escapes the will of God.

I had no choice but to stay with Walker Richter.

Holding on to his thighs, I’ll be able to totally mingle for the rest of my life.

It’s the most unproductive idea ever.

Besides, my little backbone is simply wasted here at Walker Richter.

All afternoon I stayed in Walker Richter’s office eating snacks, crossing my legs, and lounging around while he kept on top of various company matters.

Emily has come in a few times to deliver papers and pick up signed documents, and when she sees me, she calls out respectfully to me as Young Lady.

I grabbed a handful of chips and shoved them in my mouth, chewing loudly on purpose, but Walker Richter, half-affected, heard me choking on the chips and calmly placed the coffee in front of me, “You’re not officially on the job yet, choking isn’t a workplace injury.”

“Pfft.” Chip crumbs sprayed out of his mouth, and Walker Richter’s high-fashion suit was kind of ruined.

“Sorry, sorry.”

I hurriedly dropped my leg, dropped the chips in my hand, and pulled a paper towel to wipe him off.

Walker Richter narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly, “Back from work.”

I looked at the time, it was only five o’clock, not yet time to go off work, and I had just listened to Emily’s report on her work, and Walker Richter had a dinner party in the evening, so where would I have time to go back.

Walker Richter grabbed his coat and before he could get out of his office, Ben Richter came to see him, the two brothers had something to say, and I had the sense to say, “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

I waited downstairs for half an hour, and finally Emily came down to inform me that Walker Richter had gone out with Ben Richter, and she sent me back.

I turned Emily down and took a cab to Fiona Croix’s, where I planned to stay for two days until Monday.

I sent a message to Walker Richter telling him I went to Fiona Croix’s.

Now I have nothing to hide, Walker Richter doesn’t just know I’m Alva Hill, he probably knows something about my feud with Bella Hill.

As for my past with Ulysses Will, I wonder how much Walker Richter knows.

Not two minutes after the message was sent he came back with, “Good.”

That cool?

He’s not afraid I’ll take advantage of it and run away?

I really can’t figure out Walker Richter’s routine; he warns me and indulges me at the same time.

I shook the distractions out of my head, not thinking about it, and with the mindset that it was a good thing I was here, I knocked on Fiona Croix’s door.

I knocked a couple times but no one answered the door. Fiona Croix isn’t fully healed. Where could she be?

I was about to call when the door suddenly opened and Fiona Croix looked very haggard: [Alva, come in.]

Upon entering the house, I was startled by the mess inside, “What’s going on here.”

Fiona Croix said gently, [Jack Astor’s mother was here a while ago.]