His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

71 The Logan Family And Daley

The waiter with the fruit plate went to room 406, which was at the end of the corridor. The waiter didn't notice me following him because there was a thick red carpet on the floor. I hid behind a huge vase in the hallway and watched as he took the room card out of his pocket and opened the room. The waiter went in and came out after a while. So I stopped the waiter before he saw me.

"Excuse me, can you do me a favor?" I pretended to look for something. "My diamond earring is missing. Can you help me look for it? I think it might be here."

"My pleasure." The waiter, wearing a red and black vest, immediately bent down to help me look for my earrings.

I took the opportunity to walk over to him. As he bent down to look for it, the white corner of the room card showed up in his coat pocket.

"Are you sure this is where you left your earrings?" The waiter asked, his eyes wide as he examined every inch of the carpet.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I don't see your earring, unless it's tiny."

"That's all right. I think I must have made a mistake." I quickly grabbed the corner of the card, pulled it out, and shoved it into my bag.

Now it's my turn.

"Here's your tip, thank you." I handed the waiter $500.

"It's the least I can do. It's very generous of you." The waiter stared greedily at the money which he stuffed into the lining pocket of his waistcoat. I thought he would leave at once, but he looked around and whispered in my ear.

"If you want, I can offer you more services," he said, touching the blue bow tie around his neck with a flattering smile.

"Thank you. But I don't want to upset my husband." I made an excuse.

"I've seen a lot of couples come together, but they all go their separate ways," the waiter said, pestering me because he thought I was a rich woman coming to the Cakes and Ale.

"Maybe you should leave my number." He remained me.

"Alright!" In order to get rid of him, I took out my phone, but the waiter snatched my phone. He pressed a few numbers on the phone before returning it to me.

"You'll see how good I am after you try me." The waiter winked at me. "Don't forget to call me."

Watching the waiter turn and enter the elevator, I quickly opened the door with the card and slipped in when no one was around. This is a private conference room suite. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and illuminated the room. Every ornament in the room looks very gorgeous and luxurious.

I didn't have much time to look at the decorations in the room. I was looking for a place to hide. But I looked around the room and found that there was no place to hide. A closed side door caught my eye, and I reached out to push it open, only to find it locked.

I heard the sound of the door. Oh, no. Someone must be here.

Without thinking, I slipped under a dark red desk next to me. Hell, if anyone comes near me, they'll find me. So I huddled my body as close to the corner as I could. The faint sound of footsteps approached and finally stopped near the desk.

I prayed to myself not to be found.

"Daley, would you like some tequila?" It was Robert, and I heard the bottle open just as he finished speaking.

"Why not?" Daley's voice sounded still and powerful in the quiet room.

"Man, I really don't understand why you left pudding, and to be honest, I was pretty shocked when I got your call," Robert said, "You've become the king of pudding and now you're telling me you're going back to America. Have you forgotten who did this to you?"

"I'll never forget what he did to me," Daley said. "But he's no longer a threat. This time, my family sent someone to take me back. They need me."

"So you're not going to continue your drug business in Mexico?"

"No, it's just for you. You only have to give me 30% of the profits every year," Daley said.

"Now that you've made up your mind," said Robert, "I won't keep you any longer.", "After all, the Logan family business is much bigger than the current revenues. When you officially take over the Logan family, you won't be interested in this business. But I will pay you the profits as contracted."

The Logan Family! Did I hear right?

What does the Logan family have to do with Daley? My hand gripped my handbag. What was he hiding from me?

"I wonder who that woman you came with was, because I've never seen a woman in your life," Robert said. "She's special, isn't she?"

"It's none of your business."

"Well, I'll tell you another piece of news. I think you'll be interested," Robert pauses, his voice visibly lowering.

"The boss is going to make our own people be elected for the presidential election in three months. But there is a man. He will block the election. The boss said he didn't want to see the man walking the streets of Mexico City during the election. Someone had to take care of him, and I thought of you."

"Robert, I'm not going to do this, and you know it," Daley interrupted Robert. "Find someone else."

"But you're the only one who can do it, and you've done it before," Robert said in a lower voice. "You'll get a title and a Business Format Franchising."

Suddenly, a sharp bell rang out from my handbag. The inappropriate voice interrupted their conversation, and the room fell silent except for my cell phone. In a panic, I unzipped my handbag and took out my mobile phone, which displayed an unfamiliar number on the screen.

I remembered leaving my phone number with that damn waiter in the hallway. It must be him. S.hit!

The moment I hung up the phone, I looked up and saw the black muzzle of the gun aimed at my head. Outside the table stood a pair of stout legs.

"Get out," Robert shouted.

I hung up and leaned out slowly. A sense of danger was closing in on me.

"Eva, what are you doing here?" Daley frowned, holding a pistol in his hand as well.

I realize the gravity of the situation, but how do I explain it to him? Robert reached out and violently pulled me onto the couch.

"What are we going to do about this woman now?" Robert said angrily, pointing his gun at me. "You know the drill."

Daley hesitated. His eyes were fixed on me, yet he did not lower his gun. I stood among them, and a cold sweat broke out behind me.

"No one can know our secret!" Robert said with a fierce look in his eyes. "This woman must die! Will you do it or will I?"

Suddenly, a black hole was pointed above my nose, and I saw a murderous gleam in Daley's eyes. Robert stood there and sneered.