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

I shook my head.

I had never inquired

a gangster, or a gangster leader.”

I didn’t believe it

father

was that

don’t believe it, do you? In fact, I didn’t believe it at first, but I found

“She... Why...”

really couldn’t understand.

Sean took his cell phone out of his pocket and opened the mailbox

the attachment of the email, which contained several photos

Cindy was wearing a black T-shirt with metal decorations, super shorts, perforated mesh socks and

She wore heavy makeup in the arms of

in the picture. One corner of his

Cindy’s waist and

There were many gangsters around

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

not a lady but a slut!

I clicked on the video.

was walking with Cindy in his arms. A group of hoodlums

were like in a movie.

accessories. I looked up at Sean and couldn’t help but wonder. “Cindy’s rebellion came a little late.”

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

She couldn’t tell good from bad.

clearly in

How could she be addicted to this?

know. Maybe she’s been depressed for too long. She’s still

My eyes

a child be good in

a mother, I had some

“And this time, her man was involved,

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

the

over to

Mothers cared about other

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

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