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?”

was no use for her to delay the time. 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

sound good. After a while, the

was running out of patience, Olive Steele came out.

“Be honest. Don’t play tricks on us.” the policewoman said.

If she was

who crossed his arm just now and the man in charge of recording were smoking. The room

She was fine with the light smell of cigar on Alan Hoyle’s body, but when the smell was too strong like it was right now, she couldn’t help feeling sick. She didn’t know whether it was her stomach or

as a prisoner. These people were

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

was a fickle

This was

supposed to cooperate? What a joke. She knew nothing. What did they want her to

She sat comfortably. She had twelve hours left to endure.

slowly, too slow that she hoped Alan Hoyle

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

opened his book. He was ready to note it down dutifully. Olive Steele suspected that the confession

a saying fitted into the situation; give a dog a bad name and hang him.

in this world. The bad guys were not necessarily without kindness and the good guys were not without a bad intention. As long as they

Steele, are you ready to talk?”

about what?” Olive Steele played dumb

while ago, you went to Jinjiang for a business trip. Alan Hoyle went with you. Is he related to someone