Queen Revenge

My heart?

Walker Richter was a little baffling, and I pursed my lips, “Walker Richter, I don’t know what you’re mad about, and if it’s because of what Grandma said at the dinner table, I … well… …”

The latter words were all blocked by Walker Richter.

His kisses were very dominant and punishing, itching to eat me alive.

My eyes widened as I reacted and tried to struggle, only to be confined in his arms, getting tighter and tighter, making it a little breathless.

“Richter …”

His hands clasped my waist, and in the struggle, the two of them fell to the side of the sofa, he pressed up smoothly, completely without leaving a gap, and imprisoned me in his arms, and bit me hard at my collarbone, which hurt me so much that I bared my teeth, but didn’t dare to move to resist.

At this point Walker Richter was like a hungry wolf and I was his prey, he could bite me on the spot if he wasn’t happy.

I was also stunned and didn’t move a muscle, and when Walker Richter had vented enough and stopped, I tugged at my loose collar and looked at him with a calm gaze, even my tone was cold and calm, “Had enough?”

His eyes suddenly froze and he just stared at me, anger gathering in his deep eyes.

“Give me an honest seat in Ms. Richter’s seat.”

He slammed the couch angrily and my heart skipped a beat as he got up off of me and sat down next to me and lit a cigarette, an aura of life around him.

I lay on the sofa, don’t look calm on the surface, but my heart palpitates, just now Walker Richter if really do something to me, I am afraid that I am defenseless.

This is not the first time Walker Richter let me sit in Ms. Richter’s seat, I know, he needs a woman to sit in this position, and “Bella Hill” is the right candidate, Mr. Richter’s mother is also very satisfied, more Mr. Richter’s mother was very happy with him, and even more so when Walker Richter was out and about, as any man would want to be.

I grabbed the collar of my shirt and slowly sat up, whispering, “This seat doesn’t belong to me.”

I’m telling the truth, it’s Bella Hill’s position, not mine Alva Hill’s, and if it comes down to it, I’d have to call Walker Richter my brother-in-law.

He flicked the ash from his fingertips, his narrow, ink-deep eyes narrowing deeply, “I say who sits in this seat.”

I looked at him, “Walker Richter, do you really know who is sitting in this seat?”

Walker Richter glanced up at me, his sword brows furrowing coldly, “I’m not so confused that I don’t even know who the person in front of me is.”

At that, my heart stuttered, what he meant by that …

He knows I’m Alva Hill?

“Bella Hill, you’ve sat in this seat by any means necessary, and you’re going to pay something for it.” He snorted coldly, “This THE Richter family isn’t something you can just enter and leave whenever you want, think about THE Hill family, think about your parents, don’t give me capriciousness, there is a limit to my patience.”

I was relieved that I had gotten the wrong idea.

The meaning of his words was clear, if I insisted on leaving THE Richter family, then THE Hill family would disappear from this North City and become nothing.

Jane Hasis was unloving to me, and Frank Hill only nowadays remembers that there is another daughter named Alva Hill, who did not raise me, but had the gift of procreation after all.

It was they who brought me to this world. This favor is not so easy to repay.

I was in a quandary.

“Walker Richter, you obviously love Pheobe Wilson in your heart, shouldn’t you give her a piece of your mind?”

I was really just curious to ask, but I didn’t expect Walker Richter to sneer and ask back, “Are you jealous?”

What am I jealous of? It’s a love-hate relationship between a few of them, and I’m just an outsider.

“No …”

“She’s just representing JK Group with THE Richter Group, nothing beyond that.” He added thoughtfully, “She and I are in the past tense.”

I was very surprised, Walker Richter is this an explanation to me?

Is it really so easy to forget an old love?

The oaths and promises that were once made, now that they are reunited, do they really not have any ripples?

I suddenly wondered how Walker Richter and Pheobe Wilson split up back then, and with that in mind, I had the nerve to ask, “Why did you guys break up in the first place?”

His eyes glazed over, he glanced at me and said three words very perfunctorily, “Inappropriate.”

You don’t start if it doesn’t fit.

That’s a pretty perfunctory reason.

I bristled and muttered, “Then you showed that there was still lingering love by giving someone a bracelet.”

“What did you say? What bracelet?” Walker Richter didn’t hear.

And I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, “Nothing.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Walker Richter stubbed out his cigarette butt and got up, “I can see that you’re really bored, so you’ll go to work for the company after the first of the year and start as my secretary.”

“What?”

Walker Richter dropped such a bombshell out of the cold that I almost stood up in shock that he was still remembering it, for real.

“Didn’t hear you?” Walker Richter narrowed his eyes dangerously, in a big way, and if I dared to say I didn’t hear him, or didn’t go, he’d have a hundred ways to compromise me.

“No, no.” I tugged at the corner of my mouth, “I don’t know anything about anything, and I’m afraid I’ll give you a hard time if I go to the office.”

Day in and day out, under the watchful eye of Walker Richter, I’m afraid I’m going to have a hard time leaving.

“If you don’t know how to do it, learn it slowly, no one is born knowing it.” Walker Richter looked at me condescendingly, “Do you want to just mope around for the rest of your life?”

What didn’t I do to survive before I joined the Hill family?

If you don’t do something, then you’ll starve to death.

Not even a place to land.

But into the world’s top 500 companies, to Walker Richter as a secretary, I really can not be competent, if I was to go in as Alva Hill, Walker Richter to give me this opportunity, then I must be dead seize this opportunity not to let go, slowly learn from scratch, fighting spirit, motivation to be a strong woman to take a place.

But I’m Bella Hill, so I can’t do anything.

In case Walker Richter asks me to translate something again, can I avoid another car accident?

I looked at Walker Richter and grumbled, “Why are you making me work when I’ve been told that I don’t have to worry about being a Ms. Richter, that I can lie down and splurge on money and just mingle and die.”

Walker Richter suddenly smiled, the corners of his mouth rising slightly as he leaned over, his voice low, “If you want to mingle, then you’ll have to hold on to my thighs.”

Instead of sarcasm, his tone reeked of coddling.

I had the feeling that I had found a backer.

That night, Walker Richter took another pillow and quilt to sleep on the couch, and I hid under the covers and touched my lips, which, by careful count, made it three times he’d kissed me.

Is Walker Richter a kiss addict, or does … really think that way about me?

Earlier on the couch, I could feel that he really wanted to eat me alive, felt him having a physical reaction and he was suppressing it, it felt like he was afraid of scaring me off.

I was rambling when, in the dimness, Walker Richter suddenly spoke.

“If you don’t sleep again, do you want to continue what you didn’t finish earlier?”

What the hell, can he read my mind? He knows what’s going on in my mind?

“Going to bed soon.”

I tucked my head under the covers, and in the silence of the room, I thought I heard his low chuckle.