Queen Revenge

Looking at the caller ID, with the woman’s voice from last night ringing in my ears, I frowned and waited for the ringer to ring for a few moments before picking up.

“Yes?” My tone was cold.

Walker Richter naturally heard that I sounded bad, but he didn’t ask what was wrong, much less get angry, and just said in a formulaic way, “Send the papers on the study desk to the office.”

He said sent, not delivered, which means that Walker Richter was not at the office, he had not returned from his business trip.

He used to let Emily do this kind of file-taking.

“Got it.”

His words reminded me that I was now in a superior-subordinate relationship with him, and that delivering papers was within the realm of work.

“Good.”

Hearing that he meant to hang up, I thought about what Mr. Richter’s mother had just done and still couldn’t help but say, “Your grandma came by with your mom just now.”

I used to address Grandma and Mom directly, but this time I deliberately added a “you”.

The tone of voice is a little bit like a real couple having a disagreement.

Walker Richter rewarded him with a follow-up question, “What are they doing here?”

Speaking of business, I squared my shoulders and said, “They took SWEETHEART’s hair, they’re supposed to do another paternity test, Walker Richter, sooner or later things won’t be able to hide it.”

Such a big thing, Walker Richter’s side just said in a normal tone, “I know, you stay out of this, let them identify it.”

“But …”

“I’ve got something on my end, so get the paperwork over there as soon as you can.” Walker Richter said and hung up.

He wasn’t worried at all.

This is something I can’t control or stop.

A wake-up call has been made to Walker Richter, and the rest is up to God.

I went to Walker Richter’s study to get the papers, and not seeing them on my desk, I rummaged around and finally found them in a drawer.

As he removed the papers, his eyes glanced inadvertently at the paternity test placed inside.

This copy doesn’t seem to be the same one that Walker Richter took out last time at THE Richter family’s old mansion.

Now I am very sensitive to the paternity test, my hand involuntarily reached out and took it out, I took a deep breath and opened it, it was the paternity test of sweetheart and Walker Richter, but the time of the test was before sweetheart was born.

In other words, Walker Richter had an appraisal done while Bella Hill was still pregnant with SWEETHEART.

And the results of the identification show that sweetheart is not related to Walker Richter.

At that point Walker Richter knew the baby wasn’t his, yet he allowed Bella Hill to have it, which is unbelievable.

That would be unbearable for anyone else.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

What Walker Richter charted.

It’s always impossible to really joke about bloodlines.

Even more surprising was that there was another paternity test in the drawer, again from SWEETHEART and Walker Richter, only at a different time, and the results were different.

The second was after the birth of sweetheart, and the results showed that sweetheart was the daughter of Walker Richter.

The two paternity tests were determined to have been secretly done by Walker Richter and are 100% authentic.

It’s so weird, paternity tests for the same two people, different times, different results.

Could the child in Bella Hill’s womb still be able to genetically alter itself.

That’s obviously not possible, so something must be wrong somewhere.

But what went wrong?

I can’t for the life of me figure out if sweetheart’s life is a mystery, if Jane Hasis lied, if Walker Richter faked it, or if … Bella Hill lied.

It’s really easy to figure this out, just have sweetheart take a paternity test with Ulysses Will.

The thought flashed through my head, and curiosity about the truth of the matter drove me to take the scissors to the nursery when I really did, and cut a handful of hair while SWEETHEART was playing.

I quickly put my hair in a prepared clear bag and took the papers Walker Richter needed to the office.

The papers were requested by Ben Richter, and after they were delivered, I sat in my car staring at my hair in a clear bag.

Now just get Ulysses Will’s hair, send it in for identification, and the truth about SWEETHEART’s origins will come out.

Just then, a text came in on the cell phone in the bag from Fiona Croix.

She’s already at the painting show.

I messaged her back, “Coming right up.”

It takes about an hour to get there from the office side, and by the time I arrived it was almost noon and Fiona Croix had finished the exhibition.

I apologized profusely, “Something came up on the spur of the moment, Fiona, don’t be mad.”

Fiona Croix smiles, gestures and asks me, [Should we go to the exhibition first, or go to lunch?

“I’ve come all this way, so naturally I’ll look before I go eat.” I took her hand, “Did you find any interesting paintings.”

I heard that one of the paintings in today’s exhibition is the closed work of a famous foreign painter.

That’s the painting I came for.

[Or you take your time to enjoy it yourself.]

You can tell by the look on Fiona Croix’s face that today is the right day.

I can’t wait to see the painting.

Quite a few people were here today for this painting, which was packed with people when Fiona Croix and I went over, and I caught a glimpse of Ulysses Will in the crowd, wearing a mask.

That artist can also be one of Ulysses Will’s favorite painters.

Fiona Croix also saw Ulysses Will, and she looked back at me and asked, [Do you want to go over there again?].

There was nothing to avoid, and Fiona Croix and I were about to head over there when I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and froze in my tracks.

I did not expect to meet Walker Richter here, he did not come alone, he was accompanied by an extremely beautiful woman, from the gesture to see its cultivation, quietly stood there, seems to be compared to anything.

That was the first time I met Susan Su, a woman who has thrown my life off track ever since.

At first glance, I knew she wasn’t in the same league as Pheobe Wilson.

He said he was busy on the phone, but it turns out he was busy watching a painting exhibition with a beauty.

[What’s wrong.] Fiona Croix curiously follows my gaze.

I took her hand and walked back, “Let’s not watch today, let’s go eat first, I’m hungry.”

Walking out of the exhibition, Fiona Croix laughed at me: [You’re jealous].

“How can I be jealous when I put down Ulysses Will a long time ago.”

Fiona Croix laughed and shook her head, burying me, [Alva, you know who I’m referring to, that woman beside Walker Richter just now is so beautiful that it makes me, a woman, jealous, I’d be jealous too if I were you].

Am I really jealous?

I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t find anything to say in rebuttal in front of Fiona Croix, who knew me too well to find a reason for the way I’d just fallen off the wagon.

My chest was sore and very upset, and I knew exactly why that was.

It’s jealousy.

Fiona Croix stared into my eyes and hit the nail on the head: [Alva, you’re in love with him.]

Both my eyes widened and my heart slowed half a beat.

Am I really in love with Walker Richter?

I’m in love with Walker Richter.

I tugged at the corners of my mouth and confessed in front of Fiona Croix, “Seeing him with someone else upsets me, it’s the most direct proof of that, Fiona, I couldn’t escape if I wanted to, but I know very well that I won’t have an ending with him, we’re just off track and on a path for the time being, but in the end, we’ll be back to our respective places. “