Queen Revenge

Chapter 32: The bracelet is just an accessory



I suddenly remembered that when Frank Hill had a woman outside, Jane Hasis knew about it, it was a big mess, and she fought with Frank Hill every day, and Frank Hill was afraid, and then there was no movement.

Men, there’s no such thing as not cheating.

I also don’t believe that Walker Richter is so clean that there are no women out there.

It’s rare to see one as calm as Fin Wilson, though.

Joyce Parvis has come into the house and will have to settle down, and Fin Wilson himself cleans up her room for her, bringing out the generosity of a proper wife.

Mr. Richter’s mother called Charles Richter to his room and Tina Deross and I were the only ones left in the large living room.

She suddenly suggested to me, “Bella, do you want to go out shopping, it’s going to be New Year’s Eve soon, pick up some New Year’s Eve goods and get new clothes for Miley and sweetheart.”

I’ve never bought anything for sweetheart, and I’m really bad at being a “mom”.

If you do the math, the Chinese New Year is less than half a month away.

This spring, it looks like I’ll be spending it at the Richter family.

“Sister-in-law, it’s so cold outside, can your body handle it?”

I’m a little worried. She just had a miscarriage.

“It’s fine.” Tina Deross said, “It’s boring to stay home all the time, so we’ll just go to the nearby mall and come back early.”

“Good.”

I changed my clothes and went out with Tina Deross, who was a familiar customer of the department store, almost every store knew her, and once they saw Tina Deross, they all received her very warmly.

Bella Hill hadn’t been here before, and thanks to her, these shoppers were very enthusiastic about me and kept recommending new styles.

Tina Deross buys almost without looking at the price, and for a posh wife, doesn’t need to care about the price.

A few stores were a good haul, Tina Deross seemed to be in a good mood, and shopping really is the cure.

I bought a lot of clothes for sweetheart and swiped my Walker Richter card.

Thinking about a bracelet he had given me earlier, and coming to terms with it, I also picked out a pair of cufflinks that I was going to give him when he came back from his business trip.

Tina Deross dragged me into a designer store and unexpectedly bumped into an acquaintance, Pheobe Wilson.

She was checking out and buying quite a few things.

Pheobe Wilson also saw me, a flash of surprise in the bottom of his eyes, then he smiled and greeted, “What a coincidence, the Richter family two ladies came shopping together.”

Tina Deross smiled, “Miss Wilson, what a coincidence.”

I didn’t realize Tina Deross and Pheobe Wilson knew each other.

I ignored the unfriendly greeting.

“You guys take your time hanging out, I’ll be on my way.” Pheobe Wilson left with his things, not really intending to cross our path too much either.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Tina Deross, however, suddenly touched my hand with her elbow, signaling me to look at the bracelet on Pheobe Wilson’s wrist.

Pheobe Wilson is wearing a bracelet exactly like the one on my wrist.

I remembered Walker Richter’s comment that he bought it in passing when he was picking out a gift for a client, and as it turns out, he was buying it for Pheobe Wilson, and I got such a bracelet thanks to Pheobe Wilson.

A fire inexplicably sprang up in his heart.

Tina Deross asks, “Bella, is that Miss Wilson bracelet the same as yours? It looks kind of similar.”

“Didn’t see it.” I said, “Sister-in-law, what else do you have to buy, hurry up and buy it and go back early, my legs hurt a little.”

“You’re not feeling well with your leg, so let’s skip the stroll and head straight back.” Tina Deross apologized, “I almost forgot that your leg isn’t fully healed.”

I had no interest in wandering on and went straight back.

When I got back to the old mansion, I immediately took off the bracelet and put it in my jewelry box, tossing it in a drawer with the cufflinks I bought for Walker Richter.

In the late afternoon, Joyce Parvis suddenly knocked on the door.

I walked over and opened the door, she was holding a skincare set, “Bella, first time meeting you, this is my meet and greet gift for you, don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

Joyce Parvis prepared for each of the THE Richter family people, and it was only natural that she would have to get on good terms with THE Richter family people when she was going to live here later and in such an awkward position as Charles Richter’s ex-wife.

“Auntie Zhang, you are so polite.”

Joyce Parvis was enthusiastic: “A little something, I know you don’t lack, it’s just a little something from Auntie, take it.”

“Thank you, Auntie Zhang, then.” I had to take it.

“We’re all family, what’s the point of being so polite.”

I laughed, this THE Richter family people have a lot of complicated relationships.

Fin Wilson also, somehow, arranged for Joyce Parvis’ room to be right next door to her room with Charles Richter.

I don’t want to get involved in the complicated web of relationships that is THE Richter family, and when Walker Richter comes back, I’ll be able to fall back on my laurels by offering to move back to Pear orchard with him.

Time passed by, I went to the hospital every day to see Fiona Croix, she is gradually recovering, only that it is impossible to leave the hospital before the year, this Spring Festival, she can only spend it in the hospital.

In the blink of an eye, there are still ten days to go before the Chinese New Year, the private detective side gave me the news, for Randy Pan’s recent scope of activities to figure out.

Recently, Randy Pan went to one place, a plastic surgery hospital, besides partying with friends, home, and work.

This plastic surgery hospital is a bit suspicious.

I asked the private investigator to continue to follow Randy Pan and took a cab myself to check out the plastic surgery hospital.

When I heard the words plastic surgery hospital, a horrible thought flashed through my mind.

To remove a person from the world, other than ending a life, then there is only one other way, to change their face and name.

Randy Pan is likely to do so.

I wore a mask sunglasses with a hat, to cover themselves tightly, come to this cosmetic surgery hospital, there are also many gauze wrapped face, or wear a mask, my dress is not surprising.

I casually walked around the hospital, in effect, looking for Bella Hill.

Intuition tells me there’s a good chance Bella Hill is here.

I spent a couple hours practically wandering around the hospital and didn’t find Bella Hill, and was about to leave when I caught a glimpse of a familiar back.

Randy Pan.

He was carrying a thermos in his hand and was supposed to be visiting someone.

Will it be Bella Hill?

I couldn’t contain my excitement, and when I saw Randy Pan turn the corner and go upstairs, I immediately followed him.

In order not to let Randy Pan find out, I didn’t dare to follow him too close, and saw him heading towards the hospitalization department, pushing open a VIP room and going in.

I wasn’t here earlier. Could Bella Hill be in there?

I wanted to get closer to see what was going on when a nurse approached, so I hurriedly lowered my head and pretended to be passing by, waiting for the nurse to leave before I raised my head and glanced at the VIP room again.

I stayed outside and waited about an hour for Randy Pan to leave.

Watching Randy Pan go down the stairs, I watched him again from the window to make sure he was really gone before turning back toward the VIP room.

The thought of Bella Hill being inside gave me such mixed feelings that even my footsteps unconsciously lightened.

I stood in the doorway of the room, staring at the door and glancing in through the window in the door, only to see a man covered in gauze, lying on the bed with his back to me.

From the shape of the body, it was determined to be a woman.

The person inside sensed my watching gaze and suddenly turned toward me, the face wrapped in gauze revealing only a pair of eyes.

A pair of sharp and grim eyes.


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