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?”

asked me.

I shook

never

“It’s a gangster, or a gangster leader.”

didn’t believe it when Sean finished.

Cindy’s child’s father

was that possible?

smiled bitterly. “You don’t believe it, do you? In fact, I didn’t believe it

“She... Why...”

I really couldn’t understand.

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

I clicked to open the attachment of the email, which contained several photos and videos.

decorations, super shorts, perforated

makeup in the arms of a very

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

hand around Cindy’s waist and held a cigarette in the

There were many

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

She was not a lady but a

clicked on the

in his arms. A group of

They were like in a

I looked up at Sean and couldn’t help but wonder. “Cindy’s

She didn’t like stereotypes and liked things that looked cool.

She couldn’t tell good from bad.

But Cindy was clearly in her twenties!

How could she be addicted

his head. “I don’t know. Maybe she’s been depressed for too long. She’s still connected with this

“What?” My eyes widened.

How could a child be good in such an environment?

As a mother, I had some sympathy for

nodded. “And this time, her man was involved, and

“What?” The first thing I thought of was the child. I immediately asked, “what

go abroad, and the father of the child

to those gangsters, his life would be

Mothers cared about other people’s children.

and touched my hair. He smiled and said, “well, you’d better protect your own

I was