Semua Bab Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Bab 71 - Bab 80

I could see Theo’s smirk from the top. Damn, he was looking so proud. I mean, he should be — he just outsmarted me.I couldn’t watch him anymore, so I frustratedly closed the curtains and turned back to Tina, who was trying to get Mr. Puckett up.“I think he’s been drugged. He doesn’t seem to know what’s going on,” Tina said, and I eyed Mr. Puckett, who really did look out of it. I had to think fast. My phone buzzed, and I just knew it was Theo rubbing it in my face.“Where’s that damn staff? She said she was getting first aid!” Tina sounded worried. “Mr. Puckett, please stay with me,” she said, shaking him gently.That’s when I spotted the glass on the table. It still had alcohol in it, but there was enough space to hold water.Placing my things down, I walked to the table, grabbed the glass, and rushed to the room I assumed was the bathroom. It was. I walked to the sink, filled the glass, and hurried back out.“Get more!” I instructed as I handed her the glass and knelt beside Mr. P

Inside, I walked straight to the receptionist, who greeted me with a kind smile. “Ms. Sterling, I've heard a lot about you,” she said as soon as I reached the desk.“Hi. Wow, nice hair.” I lied, purely to get her to like me more. She already seemed fond of me, and I was going to use that.“Oh my God, I should tell my mom. I can’t believe Ms. Sterling complimented my hair! I swear, if I wasn’t on the clock, I’d take a picture with you.”“Well, this place doesn’t have the best lighting for photos.” I glanced around as if I knew what I was talking about. “Why don’t we grab lunch sometime?”Her eyes widened. “Oh my—yes! Yes, I’ll have lunch with you, Ms. Sterling.”“It’s a date, then. So, tell me… how did you hear about me?”“You’re trending on TV—saving the governor’s fortune.”“Oh, that. I didn’t think it reached your courthouse.”“Are you kidding? Everyone’s talking about you. We’ve also heard about the cases you handled at Carlos’s firm. Everyone admires you, Ms. Sterling.”“Well, I’m

I’d been silent, putting one and one together when Presley asked if I knew what this meant.“Of course I know what this means. My mother only got admitted after hearing I had disappeared, which means she cared about me,” I said, that was the only sense it made — why else would she get admitted around the same time I disappeared?“Oh my God, she’s been watching me from the shadows all that time.”“That’s our guess,” Presley said, and I quickly got a grip on myself as she almost took me in her arms, under the excuse of wanting to comfort me.“Do you know the hospital she’s at?”“Yes, but—”“I don’t care. I want to see her.”“Kentucky.”“Excuse me?”“She’s in a hospital in Kentucky.”“Oh my God.” I covered my mouth as that was a state away. “But why—”“My associates are working hard to get us there. Once we have an update, we’ll let you know.”“I need to see her.”“And you will. Seems this family is fishy, and we’re still trying to figure them out. So if I were you, I’d stay as far away

R O D R I G OI gulped my drink before placing the other on the table, silently letting Valeria know she could have it if our conversation took a bad turn."I'm honestly offended," I said as I took a step closer, careful to leave enough space between us. "How could you think I could be fooled?""Rodrigo—""No. And in Chicago, I knew it was you. Of course, at first, I fell for it—how you changed your name to Valentina, almost like Valeria….” I paused, took a gulp of air.“I thought, she couldn't be stupid enough to keep the first letter of her real name, but well, I guess you knew we wouldn't suspect with it." I chuckled, admiring her intelligence. "Guess you knew what you were doing, huh?""Alright, let me save us some time," she said, her voice so confident I didn’t expect it. I thought now that she knew I knew, she would cower."Still so confident, I see," I said, and she rolled her eyes. "And sassy.""I won't deny that I'm Valeria.""Yeah, because I had a DNA test done, and there’s

Both Mom and Anthony were looking at me as I smiled, which I’m sure made me look like a fool in their eyes.“Okay, I’m out of here,” Anthony said, and Mom stopped him.“Leave the gun,” she told him. He rolled his eyes, reached behind his back, and slammed it on the table.“I can still get another one,” he said.“You’re not even eighteen yet. Why do you need a gun?” Mom asked him. I just listened. This wasn’t even the first gun.“It's Atlanta. A young man like me needs a gun around, plus it pays when your father knows a criminal.”“Christian is not a criminal. He’s security,” Mom explained.“Yeah, right. Alright, I’m going to Christian’s. I’m spending the night there.” He said and Mom just waved goodbye as he left.“Yeah, he’s matured, he should be allowed to live on his own. Did you see what your ‘matured’ grandson pulled?” I mocked. Mom always went along with whatever Anthony said.“You shouldn’t be talking. Jim, come here!” She called to her butler, then ran over to me. “Oh my god,