His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

90 Give Me The Flash Drive

Just as I was wondering if I should tell Daley about the information on the flash drive, his phone rang. Then he went to another room to answer the phone. I eat breakfast with my head down.

Maybe I should keep it a secret for now.

When he came out of his room after the call, I had just finished breakfast. He had a gift for cooking. The French breakfast was better than what I had at the Michelin restaurant.

"Thanks for breakfast." I smiled at him. "Have you ever made breakfast for anyone before?"

"No, you're the only one who's ever enjoyed my breakfast," Daley said as he finished his coffee. He picked up the black coat hanging from the chair and put it on.

"I just got off the phone with the chief of Police. According to the reliable information he passed on to me, your father has sent a lawyer to the police station to drop the murder charge against you. But it's a complicated process, and it takes a little bit of time to sort it all out," Daley said, "But the good news is, now you can go wherever you want and the police won't be looking for you."

"Really?" I couldn't believe it.

"Of course," Daley said. "The chief has always had a good relationship with the Logan family. He wouldn't lie to me."

"But you've only been back in the United States for a short time. How did you get to know the chief of police so quickly?" I asked curiously.

"When I came back, the family gave me their network and a list of important partners. I've been trying to find a solution since I found out you were wanted, but the chief was held back by the Green. This time it will be easier for your father to drop the charges himself."

"Thank you." I stood up and hugged him excitedly. "Thank you for everything."

"It's okay." Daley's hand caressed my back. "You will be my wife. Your trouble is my trouble. Your pain is my pain. I will face all the difficulties with you."

I was touched by what Daley had done for me, and maybe, maybe I shouldn't have kept it from him. So I decided to tell him the secret about the flash drive.

Just then, a doorbell rang and Daley went to open the door. A footman stood outside the door and whispered something to him, then Daley turned to me.

"Your father has arrived. He's downstairs in the living room. I think we should go and see him."

"All right," I said.

I think I can tell him about the flash drive later.

Daley led me to a secret living room, and as soon as I entered, I saw my father sitting on a dark red sofa. His face was heavy and his eyes were dark. A sudden chill came over me. I felt resentment and anger from my father.

"Hello, Mr. Green. We meet again." Daley offered my father a friendly hand, but he didn't respond.

"I thought we were going to work together for the benefit," my father said, glancing coldly at Daley. "You have failed me, Mr. Logan."

"I did tell you I'd think about it. Look, we're going to talk about your daughter marrying me, aren't we?" Daley sat across from my father. He didn't care at all about my father's indifference to him. I sat down beside him and he held my hand.

"I think we should get right to the point," Daley said, looking at my father. "I heard you sent someone to the police station to drop the charges against Eva. That's a good thing. Now, let me tell you my plan."

"If your plans don't satisfy me, you'll have to marry your fiancee in prison," my father said, glaring at me. He was wearing a grey plaid suit as unsightly as his face.

"If you drop the charges against Eva, I will not only merge part of the Logan business with the Green family, but I will also give you 20 percent of the Silver Sailing Hotel. This is one of the most profitable hotels in the country. What do you think?" Daley said and looked quietly at my father. The plan he proposed sounded so enticing that I was sure my father wouldn't turn it down.

"I'm sorry. Your plan sounds good, but it doesn't impress me." My father snorted in disdain, "Not only did I lose my wife, but I also lost my other daughter, my real daughter. You can't compensate me with this little bit of sugar."

When he said the words of a real daughter, I finally couldn't help it. He was being sarcastic. He didn't care about Gina or Lydia. He just wanted more profit.

"Maybe I should just give the information on the flash drive to the FBI, so you don't have to haggle here."

But after I said that, Daley let go of my hand, and his silence made me regret not telling him about the flash drive in time.

Is he mad?

"B.astard!" Said my father angrily, "You have no right to sit here and talk to me. If it weren't for you, your sister's marriage to the Moors wouldn't have been ruined. You threatened me to pay off your debt, which cost me a billion dollars. I regret not having you thrown directly into the sea."

"You did this!" I yelled at him.

"Enough!" Daley's voice cut me off from my father like a sword. He turned to me and said, "Eva, you go out first. Let me talk to him alone."

I wanted to protest, but his cold eyes told me not to speak. It was the first time I had ever looked at him with fear.

"Go back to your room and wait for me!" He said to me in a commanding tone.

I struggled to contain my anger and got up slowly to leave the room. A feeling of uneasiness came over me. Just now, when Daley looked at me, I looked like a stranger to him. No, the enemy.

An hour after I got back to my room, Daley came back. The other half of his face was as cold as the mask. I sat on the sofa like a prisoner awaiting trial.

"Well, I think you should tell me about the flash drive." Daley sat across from me and lit a cigarette.

"I found a flash drive in my ex-husband's assistant's house and it contained information about the Moore family's illegal business, which involved the Green family," I said, "I plan to use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate with my father. As long as he drops the charges against me, I will not expose his illegal business."

"You make me feel like a fool," said Daley, a faint puff of smoke coming from his mouth and a look of disapproval in his eyes.

"I wanted to tell you earlier," I explained.

"Perhaps you never intended to." He sneered. "Have you ever trusted me?"

"I don't want to quarrel with you." Quarrels are pointless and only make both sides feel tired.

"Then let me tell you what I negotiated with your father." Daley put out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Your father demanded that all Green family-related information on the drive be deleted, and he demanded an alliance with the Logans, and he agreed to transfer the business from the Moore family to the Logan family. In exchange, he'll drop the charges against you. As a sign of good faith, I agreed to return your sister to him."

"No, you can't make that decision for me," I said.

"Of course it's not your decision, it's mine," he said coldly. "Now all you have to do is give me the flash drive."

"I can't." I said.

"Why not?" Daley suddenly sneered. "Are you worried that if I use the secret on the flash drive to bring down the Moors, your Frade will have to leave in disgrace? Are you still thinking about him?"

"What about you? Didn't you choose to work with my father for the leadership of the Logan Family? You don't really want to help me. You only care about your interests!"

The air suddenly became quiet, and I began to wonder why I had quarreled with him. We all have our own purposes and these words should not be spoken.

"I want to be alone," I said, turning and entering another room and locking the door. The best way to end an argument is to avoid it. We can face the original problem when we calm down.

But was he right? Am I worried about Frade? No, it's not. I can't let my father get away with this. He should be punished. I'll find a solution. I promise.