Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire

Chapter 49: What Happened In Prison

"Who said we wanted you dead?" Roland asked, his face dark and sullen.

Alvera did not want to engage in the topic with him. "I'm fine now, Mr. Francois. You can leave."

"I don't have much to do today anyway. I'll stay here with you."

Alvera sighed.

"Why? I'm here to keep you company. Why are you so unwilling?"

Alvera did not say anything.

Roland continued to ask coolly, "You had lunch with Antoine this morning. What did you talk about?"

Alvera looked at him blankly for a moment. "You really know a lot about me. Did you send someone to

spy on me?"

Roland raised his eyebrows and replied, "I don't have the time for that, but you argued in front of the

company, which is still my territory. It's not hard to find out what you did. Tell me, what did you guys talk

about?" ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Alvera smiled faintly and sat up to look out of the window. Her expression hardened slightly.

"We talked about ending it."

"Did he agree?"

Alvera said nothing.

"Looked like he's deep in your charm. How did you do it?"

"Have you ever loved someone when you were young, Mr. Francois?" She looked back at him and

continued, "The ignorance and naivety of a first love are hard to forget, isn't it?"

...

"So you find it hard to forget him?"

"Why should I forget him?" She asked him, "He is part of my youth. I want to remember everything that

has happened in the past, be it friendship or love. Why should I forget him?"

"You're married."

"Marriage is my future. It doesn't mean that I have to forget about my past." She let out a deep sigh. "I

have a good memory. I will not forget any love or hate because that would just be self-deception."

"So you admit that you still love him."

"Love? Maybe... once upon a time." She drew her knees to her chest and hugged herself tightly. "We

used to be so fragile, so we would group together for warmth, comfort, and encouragement. We spent

our most rebellious years together. He taught me how to grow up."

...

Roland felt a trickle of irritation at her words.

He never thought that Antoine was such a great influence on Alvera.

"You don't hate him? He did abandon you back then."

"If you put it that way, I should hate you the most."

She turned her head, rested her cheek on her knees, and smiled at him.

"If he was the one who taught me how to grow up, then you taught me the meaning of humiliation," she

continued.

Her words felt like a dagger plunged unexpectedly into his heart.

"I don't know what grudge you hold against the Earhart family,"

"That's not an acceptable reason to hurt someone."

"You hate me because I sent you to prison?"

Alvera shrugged. "Mr. Francois, we're straying from the topic. Let the past be the past, there's no need

to discuss any further."

She loosened her arms. "Does this count as a workplace injury?"

Roland stared at her nonchalant expression helplessly.

This woman's heart was locked, and it seemed like no one in the world would be able to unlock it.

"Does this count?" she asked again.

Roland nodded. "Yes."

Alvera smiled. "Then I can finally rest."

"What happened last night..."

"What happened last night is in the past now." She shifted her gaze back to the window again.

"Can you be upfront with me in the future?"

"I don't even need to say anything if you had believed in me. You don't believe me, so there's really no

use being upfront."

"You're too arrogant."

Alvera did not respond to him.

Was she being arrogant? In her opinion, she was being self-abased.

"Oh yeah, that shed in the Earhart family's backyard has been demolished."

Alvera's expression tightened slightly, but her tone was calm. "Is that so?"

"The demolition should be completed today."

"That's good," she said, her tone a little sad.

"Is there anything in particular that you would like to get from there?"

Alvera shook her head.

He took out a yellowed exercise book from his bag and handed it to her.

"What about this?"

Alvera took a look at it. It was one of her exercise books from high school.

She took it and flipped through it, then smiled. "How did you get this?"

"I just picked it up when I went over."

She tucked her hair behind her ear and began flipping through the book earnestly, smiling lightly every

now and then.

...

Roland went into a trance as he looked at her.

He suddenly understood what it meant to be at peace.

He stared at Alvera the entire time she was looking at the book.

Finally, she closed the exercise book and looked at him calmly. "Mr. Francois, have you ever been

particularly persistent on one thing?"

Roland raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment. "So far, no."

She raised the exercise book in her hand. "The most persistent thing I've ever done is studying so that I

could get into a good university. I worked hard for over ten years, but then I eventually realized that

persistence is nothing next to money and power."

Roland knew that she was implying something, but he did not get angry.

...

Now, he was used to the way she interacted with him, so he could withstand her impertinence.

...

It would be more of a surprise to him if she had spoken to him calmly for more than three sentences.

"Where is the university that you once dreamed of?"

"That's no longer important," she said as she placed the exercise book next to her pillow and lay down.

"Since this is a workplace injury, then I'm going to take the chance to get some sleep."

...

"You have plenty of time to sleep at night."

"Not when you're there. I can't sleep well with you."

Roland frowned. "Are you trying to say that I disturbed your sleep?"

She replied with a silent smile, then closed her eyes. "You're buying dinner."

Roland shook his head and smiled.

The way they interacted with each other was always so strange.

Alvera stayed in the hospital on the drip for two days.

On the third day, she ignored what Roland had told her and went back to work.

It took her the entire morning before she realized belatedly that Beverly's place was cleared out and

empty.

...

When she had lunch with Patrick at noon, she asked him about it, puzzled. "Why is Beverly Moore's

place cleared out?"

"She was fired."

"Huh?" She had a sudden cold feeling. "Why was she fired? What did she do wrong again?"

Patrick glanced at her and avoided her eyes. "The warehouse workers told on her that day when you

were hospitalized. They had to work well into the next day dealing with the printers because it turns out

she did not send anyone after they requested for help, so she was fired."

She was fired just because of this?

Alvera frowned.

She wasn't fired when they found a mistake on the form.

"She deserves it. There's something wrong with her attitude anyway. Don't concern yourself about her,

eat your lunch."

Alvera nodded and did as she was told.

In the afternoon, Terry entered Roland office while holding a file.

"Boss, the details for the Czech trip has been arranged. Here are the passports, the plane tickets, and

the itinerary."

Roland nodded. "Leave them there."

"Also, boss, this is the report from the investigators that I sent to look into Alvera's time in prison. You

were right, she was abused in prison."

Roland frowned.

"Tell me the details."

"Our informant was a prisoner who was released a few months earlier. She said that Alvera was often

taken away by the prison guards at night. When she returned, she always looked like she had been

beaten up brutally. The prisoner remembered Alvera because she seemed like an honest little girl who

would be punished like this every month. She's quite well known in prison."

...

Roland clenched his fist and banged the table with force. "Why were the prison guards targeting her?"

"The informant wasn't sure either, but the rumour was that she had offended someone influential

outside the prison. The prison guards were bribed to beat her up."

Roland sighed heavily. He thought of the information he had found during his investigations and then

thought about the scars on her body...

He seemed to suddenly understand why she lived like a hedgehog.

"Boss, should we continue to investigate this matter?"

Roland came to his senses and said, "Yes, find out who is behind this."

"Yes, sir."

After work, Alvera tidied up her purse and was preparing to go downstairs when her phone rang.

She took out her phone and left the office quickly to pick up the phone in private. "Hello?"

"I'm waiting for you in the basement parking lot."

Alvera remained silent.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'll come down now."

She hung up the phone, went downstairs with a heavy sigh and got into his car.

As soon as she got in the car, the driver drove away.

"Don't wait for me in the future," she said. "It would be bad if someone saw us."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Didn't you say that you don't want others to know about our relationship?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "We're leaving the day after tomorrow."

"What?"

"I told you before, right? I'm taking you to Prague."

"You've settled all the paperwork?"

"Of course. Did you think I was going to smuggle you overseas?"

"I wouldn't do it even if you were."

She turned her head and smiled as she looked out of the window. She was a little excited at the

thought of going overseas.

Just then, Roland's cell phone rang.

He picked it up and looked at it. Seeing that it was Andrina, he frowned.

Alvera glanced at his phone as well and looked away.

Roland picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Roland, I've just finished my check up today."

"What kind of check up?"

"Aren't you going abroad the day after tomorrow? I went and had a check-up at the hospital so that you

don't need to worry about me. The doctor said that I can go with you as long as I don't get too tired. We

haven't had a trip together for so long, I'm really looking forward to it."