Chapter 11: He’s Here
The crowd gathered around Alva automatically made way for Verne.
At the same time, two people came out from upstairs.
Bella had changed into regular clothes, but that did nothing to restrain her noble temperament. On the other hand, the handsome Uriah wore a shirt and pants over his fit body.
Bella looked down at Alva and a strange light appeared in her
eyes.
Alva, it really is you!
“Bella, I have a surprise for you. In one hour, bring Uriah to this location and you will know if he really loves you.”
An hour ago, Verne called her and said this.
Then, she brought Uriah here.
Verne, you really didn’t disappoint me.
“Heh, I wonder where this woman came from.” Bella said as
she sat down on a couch.
Uriah, your woman is down there. Don’t you want to save her?
Uriah stood in front of the fence and looked down with a
grave expression.
At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking. Even
Bella, who had known him for years, could not read his mind.
Verne walked up to Alva and grabbed her chin. She dodged him and glared at him warily, “Who are you, and what the hell are you doing?!”
Verne’s hands remained frozen in the air as if he was still pinching Alva’s chin. He curled his lips and looked around, “As expected of our President Irwin’s ex–wife. She’s strong!”
Laughter instantly surrounded them. Alva’s expression changed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!“.
After speaking, she ran wildly in every direction.
But wherever she ran, someone stepped forward to block her way and shove her. Soon, Alva was pushed to the ground.
Verne squatted in front of her and dropped his hand onto her stomach. “Hey, President Irwin’s kid is still here.”
“You’re not allowed to touch me!”
Alva shuddered and shook him off. She clasped her hand over her stomach, “I’m telling you, you’re breaking the law! I’ll call the police!”
“Haha, call the police? She said she was going to call the police?” Verne looked around.
The laughter around the room grew louder and tears welled up in Alva’s eyes.
She was all too aware of her current situation.
But there was nothing she could do. No one would save her.
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She had to save herself.
Verne stood up before she could come up with a plan. “I heard that President Irwin has been looking for his ex–wife for a long time just to find his child. Now that it’s here, what do you guys say? Should we get it out of there for our President Irwin?”
After saying that, he looked up at the two people on the second floor.
“What do you think, President Irwin?”
Alva shuddered and looked up slowly.
The man was wearing a white shirt. The pure white color was out of place here.
He held a glass of red wine. His thin lips glistened and his eyebrows were sharp.
Even if he didn’t say anything now, the silence spoke volumes.
Overbearing and strong.
That was Uriah.
Her husband.
The man she loved most.
He was right over there…
Alva’s heart clenched and her nails dug into her palms.
So, you’ve been watching from up there, have you?
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Bella looked at Uriah, and then at Alva.
She had a round face, large eyes that were open wide and red around the edges, with tears threatening to spill. Looking at her made people’s hearts ache.
And what a beautiful pair of eyes.
Unfortunately, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Come on, guys. Let’s see how we can get President Irwin’s child out. If anyone has a solution, they won’t have to pay for drinks at Golden Night for the next year.”
Verne pointed to the people surrounding Alva. His almond eyes had a malicious glint to them
However, no one moved.
I heard that Uriah and his wife divorced, so how could the child in this woman’s belly be his?
They don’t dare to touch it.
Verne’s lips curled, “Two years.”
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“Three years.”
11
The large venue was silent.
Everyone bowed their heads.
Verne lowered his head and his smile deepened.
He unclasped his expensive wristwatch, threw it to the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and carelessly announced, “None of you have the guts to solve President Irwin’s problem, but I do.”
With these words, he kicked Alva in the stomach.
