Queen Revenge

Chapter 43: Pheobe Wilson Takes On Walker Richter



It’s a big year, and it’s flattering to be given a black card, clothes, and a bracelet.

I touched the bracelet, this one was even more beautiful than the previous one, it looked like I knew the price was high, it was studded with eight diamonds that refracted the light as bright as the stars in the sky.

The inside of the bracelet is also engraved with the letter “R”.

This letter is also not an abbreviation of Bella Hill’s name, but rather an abbreviation of one of the words in Walker Richter’s name.

“Why did you give me another bracelet, I’ve only worn the previous ones a few times.”

As Walker Richter says, this monogrammed bracelet is feared to be truly unique in the world.

“That one I threw away.”

“Throw it away?”

That’s a couple hundred thousand dollars worth of stuff.

I hurriedly went to look in the drawer, and it was really gone, so I turned around and asked him, “Where did you throw it away? How can you just throw away something so expensive.”

I wonder how many orphans I could help if I exchanged it for money.

“It doesn’t deserve you.” Another understatement from Walker Richter.

I looked at Walker Richter dumbfounded; how did that sentence sound sentimental?

Hundreds of thousands of bracelets, I used to be afraid to think ah, a lifetime do not know can not make so much money, I rather feel that I do not deserve that bracelet is true.

I asked him, “Walker Richter, if I wanted stars in the sky, could you not pick them all and give them to me?”

“You like it?” He had a look on his face that this was a bit of a bad idea, and after a moment’s thought, he said, “I’ll try it.”

“Don’t try.” I hurriedly said, afraid that he really put the stars to me to hold in front of me, smilingly said, “I don’t like that stuff, can only see can’t eat can’t drink, or money is real.”

I went out with Walker Richter at 7:00 p. m. I didn’t realize what kind of a meal it was before I went.

The meal was set up in the Sea View Building. In the center of the hall, there was a ten-meter-high water curtain with colorful light refractions, which was beautiful.

Walker Richter, who was at his side, suddenly asked, “Like?”

“Average.” I was afraid Walker Richter would laugh at me for being shallow and petty, and pretended to be calm; after all, the real Bella Hill had seen nothing good, so how could I be attracted to a curtain of water.

He nodded thoughtfully and led me into the elevator on his arm.

Inside the largest box of the Sea Viewing Building, a large round table that could accommodate roughly a hundred people was already half full, and after a rough sweep of his gaze, not a single person was recognizable.

There’s a rule about seating here, you don’t just sit wherever you want.

Upon entering the box, a big-bellied bald man smiled and rose to greet him, “President Richter, Ms. Richter, sit this way.”

The bald man led us to the upper seat, which is really not a seat for the average person.

Walker Richter answered in a light tone and led me to sit down in the upper seat, there are quite a few people here who look old enough to be Walker Richter’s grandfather, but no one dares to sit in Walker Richter’s seat.

The person who can sit in this position is not based on age, but on strength.

Before the food was served, the door to the compartment opened again and I subconsciously turned around to see Pheobe Wilson walk in on the arm of a tall, thin man who I’d seen on TV, the president of a bank.

The man’s eyes lit up at the sight of Walker Richter and he enthusiastically came up to shake his hand, “President Richter, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Governor Qiu.” Walker Richter reached out to shake hands.

Then Governor Qiu sat down next to us with Pheobe Wilson, who was literally everywhere we went.

At a meal like this, there are rules for serving and eating, which I don’t really understand, but with Walker Richter around, even if I made a mistake, then no one would dare say anything.

Push cups of rice, Walker Richter has drunk a lot of wine, such a meal I feel a little boring, but do not dare to leave, how to give Walker Richter face.

Halfway through the meal, Walker Richter went out to take a phone call and didn’t return for about ten minutes, and Pheobe Wilson made his excuses to go out as well.

This went out for about half an hour and neither returned.

I do not know why, the heart inexplicably some annoyance, Qiu governor toasted me wine, I did not refuse, directly a drink.

“Ms. Richter is such a good drinker.”

With a start, there was a steady stream of toasts, all trying to ingratiate themselves to me in order to ingratiate themselves to Walker Richter.

In a few minutes, though, I had no idea how many drinks I’d had, and it was a bit of a buzz, with a bitter taste of alcohol in my mouth.

Another toast was made and I waved my hand, “Can’t drink anymore.”

“Ms. Richter, you are looking down on me when you drink all their wine and you don’t drink mine.”

That being said, I had no choice but to take it, “Okay, one last drink.”

I drank it all in one go, my stomach was killing me, “I’m going to the restroom.”

I waddled out of the box and went to the public restroom, scooping up a handful of cold water and slapping my face, which made me feel better.

I slowed down before turning back, and as I passed the elevator, I heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the stairway.

“Walker, I don’t believe you don’t love me anymore, I don’t want a name, can’t I just follow you?”

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I got close enough to see that Pheobe Wilson had his arms around Walker Richter’s neck and was on his tiptoes about to kiss him.

Walker Richter didn’t know how to show mercy, and as he ripped the man away from him, his expression was pale, even his tone was clear and cold, comparable to the weather at this time of the year, and he pursed his lips slightly, “Pheobe, show some self-respect, we’re in the past tense, and you’re going to have to stop embarrassing each other in the future by having these thoughts.”

“Past tense?” Pheobe Wilson looked at him in dismay, very upset, tears slipped down her face, her voice choked with emotion, her look miserable, “Walker, none of what you say is true, you still love me don’t you, you’re only saying that because of the Richter grandma, you’ve taken such good care of me since coming back to the country, how can it be past tense , Bella Hill what’s so good about her, she doesn’t even care about you, she just cares about the position of Ms. Richter, she doesn’t really love you.”

Pheobe Wilson’s pestering made Walker Richter’s face sink again, seemed to have lost patience, his tone was as cold as a knife: “I have already made my words clear, you and I are only in a cooperative relationship nowadays, as for my wife, it’s not your turn to judge her, I do hope that she cares about the position of Ms. Richter, so that she I wish she cared about the position of Ms. Richter, so that she wouldn’t think twice about leaving.”

“What?”

Pheobe Wilson staggered back two steps in fear, as if he couldn’t believe Walker Richter’s words.

Even I was surprised, what did Walker Richter mean by that?

Ms. Richter is a position that many women dream of, and all he wants to do is take this position to make me stay?

Walker Richter suddenly grabbed Pheobe Wilson’s wrist and glanced at the bracelet on her wrist with a cold, sharp look, “Don’t do any more of that smart-assery, and don’t let me see this bracelet again.”

Smarty-pants?

Wasn’t that bracelet from Walker Richter?

“Walker. “Pheobe Wilson panicked, immediately covered the bracelet on his wrist, his eyes dodged and he stammered, “I just bought this bracelet because it looks good, I didn’t mean to destroy your relationship with Bella Hill, Walker, if you are angry because of that, I can change, I won’t even mess with her in the future, all I ask is that you don’t be so cruel to me, I came back to the country just for you.”


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