His Perfect Wife Strikes Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

I sat in the driver's seat and peered through the window as Frade and the bartender dragged the intoxicated Iverson out of the pub with his head hung low. On their way to the car, Iverson even sprayed vomit on Frade's suit.Frade and the bartender worked together to put Iverson on the back seat, and he couldn't help complaining, "This guy is really heavy."I scowled as I saw the intoxicated man. He smelled like alcohol, which made the air in the car disgusting. I'm beginning to regret my involvement. Mickle should be the one to clean up this mess.“Wait, there's his wheelchair,” the bartender says, hurrying back to the bar. Soon, he's carrying Iverson's wheelchair and putting it in the trunk of the car.“Can we go now?” I asked.“Where?” Frade asked, fastening his seat belt. “Should we send him back to Mickle's estate?”Just as I was about to say yes, Iverson yelled at us from the backseat.“I'm not going back to that old man's house. I'm not going back!”“Shut up!” I scolded him. “We

Just before dawn, I was woken by the phone from the hotel manager to tell Frade that a man named Ian was looking for Iverson. With my permission, Frade asked the manager to hand Iverson over.Since then, I have never seen him again, not even during any of the election campaigns about Mickle. He seemed to disappear.Instead, it was Mia who made a name for herself in the entertainment business with Ian's help. She was interviewed by Oprah and frequently appeared on variety shows. Because of her perfect face and hot body, many fashion magazines have invited her to shoot the cover. In just a few short months, Mia went from a normal person to a famous star. She has taken on many endorsements and celebrity boyfriends.She's now a much more profitable woman than Kardashian, but as far as I know, because her brokerage firm is owned by the Wharton family, a lot of her income is taken away by the company, but she still enjoys it. Not only that, but she's using her current popularity to campaign

In the evening, Frade and I took a car to the Hilton Hotels where the banquet was being held. As soon as we got out of the car, we were surrounded by reporters with cameras pointing at us. Frade tried not to let them touch my body, so he put his body next to mine to protect me.At this time, from not far away came the sound of sports cars. The reporters were attracted by the sound one after another, and they all looked in the direction of the sound.“It's Mia!” One of the reporters shouted while others pointed cameras at Mia as she stepped out of the sports car.Mia put on delicate make-up tonight. She's wearing a red dress with the sides split open and a diamond necklace around her neck. As she stretches one of her thin white legs out of the sports car, the sound of cameras rolling around.I was secretly glad that the reporters had finally turned their attention to Mia so that I could easily enter the hotel.But then the journalists' attention shifted again. I saw a group of them run

“I'm going to check on her,” I said, pulling the door open when Frade stopped me.“You don't want to see her like this.” Frade closed the door. “I've called an ambulance. You'd better stay in the car at this time.”The sound of an ambulance rang out in front, and the passers-by in front of them immediately dispersed to make way for the medical staff. My heart felt like it was being pulled up. Although I don't like Margaret, I never thought she would die.“Should we follow the ambulance to the hospital?” I looked uneasily ahead as two men in ambulance uniforms prepared to carry the wounded to the ambulance bed.“No,” said Frade decisively. “The rest will be taken care of. We should get out of here.”There was an air of evasiveness in his words, and even if Margaret's accident had nothing to do with us, it was hard to imagine what they would have written in the newspaper the next day if we had been caught on camera.“Hans, go home,” Frade ordered.The car turned around and changed direc

At Castle Peak Nursing Home, I sat quietly in the living room and waited for Mia to arrive. I told Ian about my plans ahead of time, and he agreed to help me communicate with the director of the nursing home and give me an afternoon visit.“Why meet here?” A receptionist leads Mia into the living room, where she removes her oversized sunglasses and places them on the table.“I'd like a glass of ice water, please,” she said to the receptionist.The receptionist nods to get ice water for her, and Mia takes a sip from the glass.“What do you want me to do here?” Mia looked out the window at the green grass. “Don't tell me you wanted me here to see the scenery.”“There's someone I want you to meet,” I said, raising my voice. “Someone you know.”“Who?” Mia looked at me quizzically. “I don't remember any of my friends living here.”“Of course you do,” I said, waving to the receptionist. “Ruby, we can go.”“What the hell are you doing?” Mia grumbled as she reluctantly followed us.Ruby led u