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 about it.

or a gangster leader.”

believe it

Cindy’s child’s father was a gangster.

How was that possible?

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 at first, but

“She... Why...”

I really couldn’t

his pocket and opened the

I clicked to open the attachment of the

with metal decorations, super shorts, perforated mesh socks and high heels.

in the arms of a

He was smiling in the picture. One corner of his

Cindy’s waist and held a cigarette in the other.

There were many

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

She was not a lady

I clicked on the

with Cindy in his arms. A group of

They were like in a

frowned at all the accessories. I looked up at Sean and couldn’t help but wonder. “Cindy’s rebellion

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

She couldn’t tell good from

But Cindy was clearly in her

How could she be addicted to this?

don’t know. Maybe she’s been depressed for too long. She’s still connected with this man,

“What?” My eyes widened.

How could a child be good in such

had some sympathy for

this time, her man was involved, and he’s

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

was forced to go abroad, and the father of the child was going to jail.

was handed over to those gangsters, his life would be ruined.

Mothers cared about other people’s children.

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

was relieved.