His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

43 Do As I say!

It was already dark, and there was no moon in the sky tonight, but the garden lights brightened it up. I waited in the crowd for the next thing. The video of shame on the big screen finally stopped. Or it just disappeared.

Then came the darkness, and the power went out. I took out my pistol and fired in the direction of the ceiling, the white crystal chandelier swinging violently in mid-air. The guests shrieked in fright, and I ducked to one side to watch the panicked crowd scramble for the door.

"Security!" Ron shouted in the dark, but his voice was soon drowned out by the noise of the stampede.

The pungent smell of burning plastic turned the guests' fright into a panic of running for their lives. I knew it was the electric box burning. After Liv had just left the nerd behind, she went straight to the electrical room. She's smart. I just gave her the general location. Not only can she find the electronic box at the fastest time, but she can handle it so perfectly. I have to say Liv is a great partner.

I pressed the dial button on my cell phone. That was my signal to tell her to leave. I hope she sneaks out of the crowd so no one can find out what she's done.

In chaos, I saw Ron on the phone, Gina crying behind him. Soon, security guards arrived to keep order, but the rich simply didn't listen to orders and lined up to leave, because no one wanted to be the last one in line.

The rich are more afraid of death!

I ran quickly up the stairs and down the hall to my father's study. I opened the door and saw my father in the dark room.

He was standing in front of the French window with his back to me. From his point of view, he could see everything in the garden. He may be upset by the sudden chaos, but it's nothing compared to the s.ex tape of Gina and Jeff.

His plan for a marriage to the Moors was bungled. The paparazzi will soon post what they saw on the Internet tonight. His favorite little girl not only disgraced him, but also indirectly hurt his interests.

"Hello, father!" I stood behind him and pointed my gun at him.

The gaunt old man turned slowly, and when he saw me, his eyes immediately flashed with malice. I waved the pistol in front of him, and he immediately stood still.

"How dare you come here!" His voice was filled with disgust and disdain. "You killed Jorah, didn't you?"

"No, he just found a way to free himself!" I sneered as I approached. "He told me everything!"

"You dare not kill me!" The corner of my father's mouth showed a trace of disdain, "Aren't you afraid that I will punish you?"

He implied that my punishment was to get naked and kneel on the floor all night, like when I was a kid, to confess. Did he think that would make me scared?

"I hate you!" I deliberately pulled the trigger, only to see his mouth twitch.

"You tortured me and killed my mother. You made another girl's life miserable!" I put a gun on his forehead, "You're ashamed that she's carrying another man's child. Didn't you put her in another man's bed yourself?"

"What do you want?" He interrupted me in a calm, cold voice. "Tell me!"

"Get in the chair and turn on your computer!" I had plenty of time to settle the score with him.

He sat behind his desk and turned on his laptop. The blue light on the screen fell on his sullen face.

"I want you to call your bank manager and tell him you're going to pay off all my debts!"

"I won't pay your debt!" He glared at me. "And I've already issued a statement. I have nothing to do with you anymore. Why should I pay your debt now?"

"I think your head is worth more than a billion dollars!" I glanced at my computer. "Do as I say!"

Then he picked up the phone, made a call, and before he could get through I reminded him, "Put him on speaker. I need to hear this conversation in person!"

The line went through and a man's voice said, "Good evening, Mr. Green, at your service."

"Transfer $1bn from my personal account to Citibank and tell their bosses that the money will be used to pay off all the personal debts for Eva Green!"

"Are you sure, sir?" The man on the phone hesitated. "Are you conscious before making this decision?"

"Do as I say and don't talk!"

"Yes, sir. Please log into your bank account on your computer and follow the instructions!"

I stood behind him and watched as he logged into his personal bank account and clicked on the confirmation button with his finger, and $1 billion was transferred.

"Are you satisfied?" My father said sullenly.

"I want confirmation from the bank!" I was worried. The old man was crazier than anyone.

He called the head of Citibank in front of me, and when I got confirmation, I told him to call his lawyer. I asked him to have his lawyer issue a statement tomorrow saying that he had paid off all my debts. The statement was also sent to local police.

"I've done everything you asked! Are you satisfied now?" He meant to ask if I could release him.

"We're not done yet!" I put a gun on his back. "Now get up and come with me. Don't make a sound, or the bullet will go through you at any moment!"

He stood up, and I took out the handcuffs I had taken from Jeff's safe, cuffed his hands, and ripped a corner of the curtain from the window and stuffed it into his mouth. I opened the door carefully and looked around. No one was there!

I remember there was a hidden elevator at the end of the corridor that led to the basement parking lot. The elevator is used in the event of an accident. The elevator is connected to a separate electrical box. Even if power goes out on the estate, it will work. It's still a mess downstairs, and no one will notice what's going on upstairs.

"Oh, what are you doing?" My stepmother shouted as she walked up the stairs and saw us.

"Help, help!" Cried Lydia, running down the stairs. "Help!"

"Lydia, call for help!" My father shouted as soon as he saw her.

Damn, she must have gone to security. I knocked my father out with the butt of my pistol, then I chased her down the stairs. I caught Lydia by the collar just in time, but she turned and scratched my hand.

We scuffled and I pushed her hand away to buy time to escape. She lost her balance and fell through a gap in the middle of the stairs.

There was a loud noise as Lydia fell down the stairs. I looked down and saw red blood running from the back of Lydia's head.

Gina came running. She screamed loudly and looked up suddenly. We looked at each other. Her surprised eyes turned malevolent.

"Ron, Eva's here! Hurry!"

She ran up the stairs and I shot a few steps in front of her. She stopped in her tracks and watched me slip away.