His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

92 Hello, Ron!

"I came home from the police station to find someone searching my house," Liv said. "Someone must have been looking for something."

"It was the police," I said. "I snuck back to your apartment after the police took you away. I think they were looking for the flash drive."

"It's a good thing they didn't find the secret safe."

"Liv, I need you to bring me the flash drive. Can you do that?" I lowered my voice.

"I think I can do it," Liv said, "But now I'm in my mother's house, in a town. I don't think I can go back to my home for the time being. Because after I left the police station, I found that the police were following me. They may want to use me to find you. The police have been asking me at the station about your whereabouts, and they won't stop until they get the information they want."

"I don't think the police will be following you any more because my father has asked the police to drop the charges against me."

"Is that true?" Liv asked, surprised.

"At least that's what I've been told."

But who's to say my father won't back out? Before seeing the flash drive. I'm sick of calling that man my father now. I think it's a shame.

"Mikeal Green has promised to give me back my free identity if I delete his information from the flash drive. He's already doing it," I said.

"When do you need me to bring you the flash drive?" Liv's tone became a little sad, "My mom is sick, and the doctor says she doesn't have much time. She's my favorite family, and I want to be with her. It won't take long. Of course, if you're in a hurry..."

"Keep your mother company," I interrupted. "I can wait."

"Thanks, Eva," Liv said.

"I'm the one who should be thanking you," I said in a choked voice. "You'll always be my best friend!"

After hanging up, I glanced at the black credit card on my desk. Am I supposed to just sit in this house and wait for him to come back?

Go and have some fun. I picked up the black credit card and left the garden.

I called an Uber, got in, and told the driver to take me to the hottest club downtown. The young driver gave me a knowing smile in the rearview mirror. It took him less than 20 minutes to drop me off outside a nightclub called the Sky.

It looked like a new nightclub, with many well-dressed men and women lining up at the door. The burly security guards had to keep order. Well, let me take my chances and see if I can get in.

But there were so many people in line that the line almost reached the middle of the street. I stood at the end of the line and looked ahead. I couldn't see the end. Then a car sped across the street and cut through the line, forcing people to get out of the way. The man standing in front of me stepped back and pushed me to the side of the road. I lost my footing and almost fell to the ground.

"Be careful." A man's deep voice sounded beside me. The man held my lower back with a strong hand. I looked back and it was Frade.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Frade said, wearing a casual Armani suit and a clean-shaven chin. As he looked at me, he pulled his hand away from my lower back.

"I just..." I wondered what reason I should have to respond.

"Having fun?" Frade smirked. His smile was still charming, but I had to restrain myself, so I turned away from his gaze.

"Do you want me to show you in?" He said. "I have VIP privileges. I can use the VIP entrance."

Should I let him take me in? Maybe I should just say no and pick another bar. But my mouth goes against my will.

"Why not?" I shrug.

"Come with me."

I followed him and found him without Mark and the other guards. His style is completely different from Daley's. Daley always takes a bodyguard with him when he goes out, and Frade is a loner. Daley, by contrast, is more cautious, and he is more confident.

As soon as the doorman saw Frade, he led him to another entrance. The entrance is private and there is no line. I think this is the so-called VIP passage. A small door hidden behind a billboard.

After entering the club, Frade made his way to the center of the hall. I saw a lot of sexy-dressed women get up from their seats immediately and surround him tightly. I was pushed aside by the horny women. Frade was long gone.

He should get his happiness back. I was a little upset, but soon a strange man approached me. His hair was streaked green and gray, his demeanor was flirtatious, and his eyes were squinting at my breasts.

"My name is Tom," the man purposely whispered into my ear. "Would you like to dance with me?"

"No!" The music drowned out my voice. The man, Tom, was still trying. He grabbed my arm and tried to drag me onto the dance floor.

"Let go of me!" I gave his d.ick a good kick, and the man immediately bent over and looked miserable. I gave him the finger as I turned to leave.

I went to the bar and asked the bartender for a cup of Margaret, just as I was about to pay for it. A man came up to me and he put a $50 bill on the bar table.

"This one's on me."

I swear, this is not what I wanted to hear. I silently raised my glass and finished it, then took a deep breath and looked at the man beside me.

"Hello, Ron!" I tried to keep my inner volcano from erupting immediately.

"I didn't think you were alive," Ron said with a hateful look in his eyes. "You're more capable of miracles than I ever imagined."

"I believe your flattery," I sneered at him. "I'll think about giving you a quick death."

Ron's face froze. He looked at me as if I were a stranger. Then he gritted his teeth.

"I realize now that I don't know you at all."

I looked at the man I had loved. I had naively thought that marriage would put me out of my misery. But the fact proves that marriage not only cannot shelter the wind and rain for the woman, but can also lead the woman into another abyss. It's a bottomless pit that deprives women of their freedom and their future.

"Now you know," I said, picking up the glass and smashing it against the back of his hand on the table. The blood-stained glass fell to the ground, and Ron screamed in pain.

I turned away with a sneer and was about to walk down the VIP passage when someone grabbed my arm. I felt something pressing against my waist.

It's a gun.

"Don't scream if you want to live," Ron warned me from behind, accompanied by two strong bodyguards. Ron shoved me onto the couch in an empty room. He had two other bodyguards outside the door.

"How am I supposed to torture you now?" Ron said viciously.