His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

176 We Have Six Months To Live

"Can you be more specific?" Ian looked at me. "I mean, do you want your foster father to go bankrupt or..."

As Ian spoke, he put his hand on the front of his neck and made a killing posture. I knew what he meant. So I said to him.

"I hope he goes broke."

Leaving Mikeal with nothing is more painful than ending his life.

"It's tricky." Ian frowned. "But there's nothing in this world that a consultant can't solve, especially a good one like me."

"I'm listening."

"In fact, we investigated your husband and found out that he and Mikeal were secretly manipulating the stock price."

"My ex-husband," I corrected him.

"Oh, your ex-husband," Ian said, pretending to be surprised, "Of course that's not enough to bankrupt Mikeal. Mikeal will be charged with your ex-husband's involvement in the drug business by some means, but the process is complicated and may require you to provide evidence to the police. But you can rest assured that we will make arrangements in advance."

"I believe you can do it," I said with heartfelt admiration. As an adviser to the President, Ian is not a simple man.

"Well, in exchange, you have to give Mr Blanton what he needs." Ian's eyes are fixed on mine. "I think you know exactly what he wants."

"I don't have Alzheimer's, Ian," I said, pretending to be calm. "I'll keep my promise, and I hope you do, too."

"So, do you ladies have any questions about my proposal?" Ian glanced at Mia and me.

"No problem," Mia and I said at the same time.

"Very good." Ian closes his laptop, "I'll contact you if I need to. I need to discuss the details of the proposal with my team now. If you don't mind, I need to leave for a while."

"Can I go back now?" I asked.

"Of course," Ian said to Mia and me as he got ready to get up. "By the way, you ladies are not allowed to leave the United States during the campaign. I also need to be informed of your itinerary."

"Are you going to spy on us?" Mia asked, looking up.

"If I have to," Ian said. "Yes."

"Do you have snipers?" I said coldly. "Shoot us when you think it's necessary."

Ian smiled and didn't answer. He simply said, "Good night."

Now it was just me and Mia in the room, and we looked in different directions in silence, without any communication.

"Do you believe him?" Mia asked suddenly.

"What?" I looked at her. "That he'd make you look like a Kardashian Star? Maybe."

"I'm talking about all his plans." Mia looked up and sighed. "My experience tells me that men can't be trusted."

"What are you going to do?" I said. "Isn't that what you want? To be the daughter of a president, to be adored by the masses."

"I deserve that." Mia stared at me. "I'm just asking him for what I deserve."

"You don't deserve anything." I didn't want to spend another second with her, so I got up and walked to the door.

"Godspeed, sister," I said to her and walked out of the room.

You can believe that there are monkeys on the moon, but never believe the promises of politicians.

Six months. My baby and I have six months to live. When Mickle becomes president, he will make us all disappear.

I left the room and walked back down the corridor, feeling my body sway from side to side as my feet stepped on the thick carpet.

I didn't have the recording in my hands, so what if Mickle asked me to take it out?

I don't have the original tape.

I stumbled over to a window and peered out. Once more, I felt sick. It took a few minutes for my body to get back to normal after I peered out the window and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Daley, where the hell did you hide that recording of my mother?

I sighed and took out my phone to call Daley again. Still, the line was busy, and he was gone.

So I sent a text message to his phone, which I thought was my last hope.

Daley, I need you! (Eva)

As the lights grew stronger, I eventually found myself in the hallway. Frade jumped to his feet and grabbed me in his arms as soon as he spotted me.

"What happened?" Frade whispered. "Your body is shaking."

"I want to go home, now." I snuggled into his arms.

"Let's go home," he said, leading me out the door.

When I got home, I took a hot bath and went straight to bed. The events of the day still haunt me.

"What did you talk about?" Frade came to me, and he lay on his side with my head in his arms.

"A deal," I said. "Mickle made a deal with me and Mia."

"What deal?"

So I told Frade about my conversation with Mia and Mickle in the study, and he was silent for a long time.

"Mickle has a very smart advisor," I said. "Ian will help Mickle with all the obstacles. We have to be careful with this guy."

"If Mickle finds out you don't have the recording, he'll find a way to get rid of you," Frade said worriedly. "We should get out of here."

"It's too late," I said. "Mickle forbade Mia and me from leaving the United States. He'll even have us monitored. We can't fight him."

"But the good news is that you have been exposed to the media. I don't think he will go after you so soon."

"Six months," I said sadly. "Until the presidential campaign is over, we are safe."

"I think I should handle the transfer as soon as possible," Frade said. "After all, we don't have much time. I need to prepare as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry." I looked up at him.

"Don't say that." Frade kissed me on the forehead. "It's worth it to be with you."

"I'm tired." I buried my head in his arms. "Very, very tired!"

"Go to sleep, dearling!" Frade whispered. "I'll always be there for you."

I can't remember when I fell asleep, and when I was half asleep, there seemed to be a slight text message ringing in my ear. I half-closed my eyes and reached for my phone on the nightstand.

An unfamiliar text message appeared on the screen, and I clicked on it.

If you need me, I'm here. (Daley)