Queen Revenge

Chapter 23: Bad Polish, Walker Richter for company



Fearing that Nancy Richter would say the words that followed, I deliberately slipped the glass of red wine from my hand.

It shattered on the floor with a thud.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Red wine stains splattered Pheobe Wilson and Nancy Richter’s skirts, and I busily voiced, “Sorry, my hand slipped, let me walk you to the restroom to clean it up.”

Due to Walker Richter being here and the fact that the commotion over here attracted a lot of attention, Pheobe Wilson and Nancy Richter couldn’t turn on me even if their faces were ugly.

Nancy Richter frowned, “We’ll go change one ourselves.”

For them, dresses are nothing more than disposable clothes, not to mention that if they get dirty, then they surely won’t want them again, and for such occasions, most people will prepare one or two sets of dresses just in case.

Pheobe Wilson also graciously said, “That’s okay, just get another one, Walker, I’m going to go change first, we’ll talk later.”

The two said hello to Walker Richter and went to change.

As for the broken glasses, the waiters will clean them up.

Walker Richter frowned and I said, rather embarrassed, “Did I embarrass you?”

“Be careful next time.” Walker Richter said so faintly that no joy or anger could be heard.

With Nancy Richter at the party, I really wanted to leave, but the night was really full of situations. I had just dealt with Nancy Richter, and then a Singaporean, who was Walker Richter’s business partner, came to say hello to me enthusiastically.

Walker Richter and the other party chatted about work, as if there would be a client from Poland tomorrow to negotiate a project that would be very profitable if it could be won.

I was staying on the sidelines, bored, when Walker Richter suddenly looked over at me, “Bella, I think I heard earlier that you know Polish.”

I was dumbfounded at being named, I knew a few broken English sentences in addition to Chinese, so I didn’t know anything about Polish, which was a small language.

Upon hearing this from Walker Richter, it was not for me to state my position, the Singaporean was very surprised and said: “Ms. Richter will? That’s really great, President Richter, you can really marry a both beautiful and intelligent wise wife, enviable, Ms. Richter, then tomorrow will trouble Ms. Richter to translate.”

I don’t even know when Bella Hill knows Polish, and suddenly I have the feeling that I’m being herded.

Two dry laughs, “No trouble, no trouble.”

The words left me wanting to smack myself hard in the mouth.

Now that the word is out, I don’t know Polish, so how am I going to get by tomorrow?

I took a lingering glance at Walker Richter, only to see that his face was expressionless, and that there didn’t seem to be any wiggle room left in this.

It was hard to get through until the dinner broke up, and Pheobe Wilson verbally implied that Walker Richter had given her a ride.

She’s trying to punch me in the face.

I’m the “real lady” here, and my own husband sends another woman, isn’t that embarrassing for me?

I didn’t say anything either, it was Walker Richter’s first love, and I was ready to be punched in the face, but my palms suddenly warmed up, and then I heard Walker Richter say to Nancy Richter, “Nancy, you take Pheobe back.”

“Walker …”

Pheobe Wilson’s eyes stayed on Walker Richter, and I saw the disappointment in her gaze at Walker Richter’s words

Walker Richter didn’t bother with Pheobe Wilson either and took my hand and headed for the car.

I couldn’t see Walker Richter’s intent for a moment.

Once in the car, I watched Pheobe Wilson’s slender, single figure grow farther and farther away through the rearview mirror, while her gaze followed our car obsessively.

I withdrew my eyes and pursed the corners of my lips, but I couldn’t resist asking, “Why don’t you give Miss Wilson a ride back? She wants a ride from you, not from Nancy.”

Walker Richter had a sneer on his lips, “You expect me to send her?”

Did Walker Richter not send Pheobe Wilson because I was there?

I grinned, my eyes looking out the window.

The thought of having to deal with some Polish guy tomorrow and being a translator gives me a headache.

I can’t always cram a language into my head in one night.

I was preoccupied, and when I got home, I was distracted and went straight to my room.

Walker Richter suddenly called out to me, “Bella Hill.”

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I forgot that I was now Bella Hill and didn’t answer when Walker Richter pulled up the volume and yelled again, which snapped me back to my senses, “What is it?”

Walker Richter came toward me and asked meaningfully, “You don’t need a refresher course in Polish?”

I froze, and he added; “This is an important client tomorrow, and if you screw up, THE Hill family will pay for all the consequences.”

I subconsciously shot back, “On what grounds.”

It’s not that I heart the Hill family, but that Walker Richter comment just doesn’t make sense.

The Richter family owns the money, and the Hill family has to bear the consequences, for what?

“Defending your own family so much?” Walker Richter coldly grunted, “Since this year, the Hill family has not made less money by relying on the Richter family, a little bit of blood, you are heartbroken? If you are heartbroken, finish the matter tomorrow, maybe I am in a good mood and share a cup of the Hill family.”

I couldn’t help but spit out, “You’re afraid I’ll screw up, dang it, the Richter Group, it’s such a big company, can’t you find someone who knows Polish, and you have to ask me to step in?”

Walker Richter suddenly put his hand on my shoulder, leaned down slightly, and gazed at me with a deep gaze, “Didn’t you always want to join the company before, if you get the project contract this time, I’ll grant you permission to join the company as my secretary, and then you’ll be able to see me every day, how’s that?”

Why does this assiduous tone sound like a trap?

Did Bella Hill really want to be in the company before?

Bella Hill is just a ten-fingered golden girl, how can she go to work in a company, or be a secretary.

I met Walker Richter’s eyes, those hawk-like eyes that hid so much calculation, like a sophisticated fox.

Years later I realized that it was impossible to count past Walker Richter.

“I’ll try.”

There’s only a reprieve to be had now.

I don’t care to be Walker Richter’s secretary, and I don’t care about the Hill family, I just want to stay alive.

There’s not much in the world today that I can cherish, and I couldn’t care less what happens between THE Richter family and THE Hill family.

All I want to know now is what Randy Pan will do to Bella Hill.

If Randy Pan can really get Bella Hill to never show her face again, it’ll be revenge for me, and then I just have to find my kid and get out of the North Side.

That was the plan made on the way back.

I had promised Walker Richter that I would help him with the translation tomorrow, and thought it was time to leave me alone, but instead he pulled me into the study, “In order not to make any mistakes tomorrow, you’re going to have a good time cramming tonight.”

Walker Richter came true, he found quite a few books in Polish and gave me all his laptop to use so that I could just go online and look up information if I didn’t understand anything.

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, “… don’t use it.”

“You don’t want to join the company?” Walker Richter’s sturdy arms were propped up on the desktop, and because of his years of fitness, his muscles were well-textured and powerful to look at.

With Bella Hill’s nature, going into the company as a secretary is impossible, but going into the company where she can see Walker Richter every day and cultivate a relationship, that’s something she’s definitely looking forward to.

These days I also know from Nancy Richter and the servants a lot of the stupid things Bella Hill used to do to please Walker Richter.

I raised a big smile, “Naturally I want to spend every day with my husband.”


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