The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Olive Steele sighed. It seemed that she didn’t have to confess by herself. Somebody else would do it for her. Chloe Malan was one of them, but she didn’t know about the other. Alan Hoyle was up to something bad, but she couldn’t stop him.

She didn’t know how crazy things were about her and him outside now, but she felt that the public must be against him.

She wanted to send a message to Dave Harrod or Kent Bai to see if she could take some countermeasures, but the phone was confiscated once she hung up.

“Miss Steele, can we start?” the man who was crossing his arms didn’t intent to give her a break.

“I want to go to the bathroom first, can I?” she was able to put a low profile and suppress it for the whole day, but she was afraid that she might suffer from incontinence if she endured it.

The two men exchanged glances and quickly called a policewoman on duty to accompany her.

They called the policewoman to accompany her, but in all candor, they were afraid of her running away, so they kept her handcuffed. She couldn’t fly. How on earth would she escape this place?

Olive Steele could finally breathe after peeing. Now, she was in a ninja turtle mode. But, Alan Hoyle, would he take her away from this place?

She thought he told her to leave everything to him. She thought he told her to put her faith in him. Was he even alert about the rapid changes happened in Luo City and Jiangcheng?

Or, was everything still under your control? Olive Steele could only hope for the latter.

The policewoman urged her, “Are you done?”

She couldn’t escape and her hand was handcuffed. She was no Wonder Woman. She had no special skills. It was impossible for her to squat on the toilet for the rest of 20 hours. Besides, if she escaped, she was only giving them all the more reason to

know what the policewoman was grunting about, but she knew that it didn’t sound good. After a while, the policewoman knocked on the door and stuffed a pile of toilet

When the policewoman was running out of patience, Olive

“Be honest. Don’t play tricks on

Olive Steele rolled her eyes. If she was too

interrogation room, the man who crossed his arm just now and the man in charge of recording were smoking. The room was filled with grey smoke and it

of cigar on Alan Hoyle’s body, but when the smell was too strong like it was right now, she couldn’t help

treated as a prisoner. These people were only mighty on the surface,

I hope you understand.” the man said while crossing his arm like it was his signature look.

too much. He thought that she was a fickle woman who would surrender after

This was too humiliating.

Cooperate? How was she supposed to cooperate? What a joke. She knew nothing. What did

Olive Steele smiled faintly. She sat comfortably. She had twelve hours left to endure.

The time was running slowly, too slow that she hoped Alan Hoyle could detect the danger and

But, he was 30.000 feet away from the ground. Could he make it? Her heart was not

man in charge for recording opened his book. He was ready to note it down dutifully. Olive Steele suspected that the confession was already written that she only

situation; give a dog a bad name and hang him.

world. The bad guys were not necessarily without kindness and the good guys were not without a bad intention. As long as they lived up to their conscience, things

you ready to

“Talk about what?” Olive Steele played dumb

for a business trip. Alan