His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

127 How Are You？

"But this is all your speculation. You don't have any hard evidence that Elena murdered Camilla." I lowered my voice. It was more complicated than I had thought.

"I confronted Elena afterwards and she looked guilty," Rose said. "She even begged me not to tell the police about the quarrel between her and Camilla."

"I'm sure you must have taken the opportunity to blackmail her, right?" I stared at the greedy woman in front of me, "So that's why she introduced you to the rich, isn't she?"

"We're good friends and it's normal for us to introduce customers to each other," Rose said disapprovingly, "Besides, she owes me. Camilla had planned to sell her v.irginity to an old man who was a p.aedophile, but she didn't want to. It was me who replaced her and spent the night with that old man. The damn old man beat me all over with a whip and I almost died. Fortunately, I am physically stronger than the average person. If it had been Elena, I'm afraid she wouldn't have survived in the early morning."

"Who bought Elena's v.irginity?"

"I don't know, but she came back and told me. The man was a general, and she had seen bullet wounds on him. Camilla was always very secretive about her customers' details, and as far as I knew, she was just an agent," Rose said bitterly, "Girls like us are always being sold again and again."

At that moment, a thought came into my mind. I wanted to have a look at the place where Mia used to live. I wanted to know what her life had been like as a child, but I was afraid that the more I knew, the sadder I would be.

"What else do you want to know?" Rose whistled at my handbag. "Do you have enough money left?"

"How much would I have to pay you if I wanted that video?" I needed that video. If Rose knew about Mia's return, she might have tried to blackmail Mia for money.

"$100,000," said Rose with a greedy look.

"This is blackmail," I said coldly.

"I don't know what your relationship is with Elena. But if two women in the world look exactly alike, then these two people are either mother and daughter or sisters. But I guess you are sisters. And I can see from your behaviour that you must have had a good education since you were a child. Perhaps Elena is the sister you lost when you were a child, or perhaps some servant took one child out of revenge on his rich boss. Anyway, I can tell you're not just curious about Elena. If you want my video, you have to pay."

This woman is smarter than I thought, and she's got me.

"Why don't you make a price directly? If I needed all the information you have on Elena, including photos and videos," I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "How much?"

"300,000 US dollars."

"Deal." I said without any hesitation, even though I knew it was an unreasonable request.

"When can you give me these things?"

"When I get back to Manhattan tomorrow, I'll pack the underwear that Elena and I used to wear in the apartment we shared," Rose said with a smile, "I'll leave everything about her to you."

"I'll be in touch with you." I put $100 on the table and got up to leave.

Rose followed me behind. We left the cafe. On the side of the road, Rose said goodbye to me before getting into a cab. I ignored her and waited for her taxi to leave. I tried to call a new taxi, but it didn't stop. I glanced inside and saw that there were no passengers.

So I waited for the next cab. Then two burly men came out of the cafe, standing under a streetlight less than 10 paces from me. One of the men with a tattoo on his arm was smoking a cigarette and pretending to look up at me.

A bad feeling came over me, and I remembered the man who had tried to kill me in the hospital. Could they have been sent by Mikeal to kill me?

To see if they were following me, I turned around and headed in the opposite direction. As I passed a cake shop, I looked through the reflection in the window and saw the two men following me.

They were coming for me, but I wasn't sure when they were spying on me. Maybe they followed me after I left the hotel. Damn it, I gotta get rid of them now.

I was not familiar with the streets of Las Vegas, and noticed that there were fewer and fewer people. Should I just call the police and tell them I'm lost? The police must have thought it was a prank.

Out of an alley came a man with a red scarf over his chin. He grabbed my handbag and slammed me to the ground with all his strength.

There was a roar behind me, and while I was lying on my stomach, the man with the tattoo on his arm ran over to help me up. His companion went after the man who robbed me just now.

"Who are you?" I was wary of the man in front of me. "Don't touch me!"

"Don't worry, Mrs Logan." The man let go of his hands. "I'm Martin. Mr Logan sent us to protect you."

"Daley?" I looked at him suspiciously. The man didn't sound like an American.

Martin helped me up and looked straight ahead. Another one came running over with my handbag in his hand. Martin asked his partner.

"What about the thief?"

"I beat him up. If it wasn't for the police, he'd be dead." The man handed the handbag to me. "Mrs Logan, I think this is your handbag."

"Thank you." I took the bag. "Daley never told me about you."

"We can call Mr. Logan. Maybe you should talk to him in person." Martin took out his phone and dialled the number. He said something to him and handed it to me. "It's Mr. Logan."

"Hi," I said.

"Are you okay?" Daley's voice came over the phone.

"I'm fine."

"Martin is working for me. You can trust him," Daley said. "Where are you?"

"I don't know where this is."

"Give the phone to Martin," Daley said.

I handed Martin the phone, and he hung up and said, "Mr. Logan told you to wait for him here. He's on the way back."

"Why can't we just go back to the hotel?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, this is Mr. Logan's order." Martin shrugged.

About 10 minutes later, a black roll-royce pulled up in front of us. The moment the door opened, I saw Daley's expressionless face.