President's Substitute Wife

“Why are you here?”

I immediately got up and helped Sean into the office.

He shut the door when he came in.

I looked up at the closed door and knew that he was going to say what happened.

Even if he didn’t tell me, I would ask him.

I helped Sean to sit on the sofa. He looked at me and said, “you can ask me.”

Sure enough, he knew me.

I sat opposite him and looked at him. I thought and asked, “what happened? What did Cindy do?”

“I’ve had Gary track her since she left last time, including people she’s been in contact with. Sure enough, she deals with gun smugglers and wants to kill people.”

I knew she wanted to kill me.

I looked at Sean, “so what did you do?”

“I gave everything to the police, including information about the smugglers. I made a contribution, so it’s up to me whether Cindy will go to jail.”

Sean spoke with a calm expression.

It seemed that the whole thing was under his control.

I was not surprised.

He seemed to have said almost everything. I heard how he would deal with it, so I didn’t ask him.

But I had another problem.

I leaned against the back of the sofa and said, “but Cindy is the daughter of Lewis Group. She grew up in the upper class. Why does she deal with these people?”

After listening to my question, Sean smiled helplessly, “maybe people will be attracted by things they don’t know and haven’t touched.”

“What?”

“Do you know who the father of Cindy’s child is?”

Sean asked me.

shook my

never inquired about it.

“It’s a gangster, or a gangster

it

father was a gangster.

How was that

didn’t speak, but Sean saw I didn’t believe it. He smiled bitterly. “You don’t believe it, do you? In fact, I didn’t believe it

“She... Why...”

I really couldn’t understand.

cell phone out of his pocket and opened the mailbox to show me an email he had

clicked to open the attachment of the email, which

black T-shirt with metal decorations, super shorts, perforated mesh

makeup in the arms

That man looked bad. He was smiling in the picture. One corner of his mouth

Cindy’s waist and held a cigarette

many gangsters around

went on to see a picture of Cindy sitting on the sofa with her legs on the

a lady but a slut!

on the

Cindy in his arms. A group of hoodlums shouted,

like in a

up at Sean and couldn’t help

If she was a teenager, I could understand. She didn’t like stereotypes and liked things that

She couldn’t tell good from bad.

But Cindy was clearly

How could she be addicted

Sean shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe she’s been depressed for too long. She’s still connected with this man, and they raise a child

“What?” My eyes widened.

How could a child be good

As a mother, I had some sympathy for Cindy's

Sean nodded. “And this time, her man was involved, and he’s

I thought of was the child. I immediately asked, “what about their child?”

the father of the child was going to

handed over to

Mothers cared about other people’s children.

said, “well, you’d better protect your own baby. I’ve contacted Nelson. He is his only grandson.

was relieved.