His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

198 I Will Stay

I didn't expect Mickle to agree to meet with me as soon as I contacted him. But I had to go jogging with him, so I changed into a white sweatshirt and drove to his estate.

We jogged side by side on a path near the estate, with two bodyguards following us. I can't remember the last time I ran in the morning. I was a little out of it at first, but after a while, I got my breath back.

"Do you need a few minutes?" Mickle, who was wearing a black, short-sleeved tracksuit, turned to me. "Looks like you haven't exercised in a while."

"I'm fine," I said.

"I'll wait for you at the lake ahead," he said as he continued to run.

By the time I got to the lake, he was resting. A burly bodyguard offered him water, but Mickle gave it to me.

"You need water," he says.

"Thank you." I opened the bottle cap and took a sip. The bodyguard somehow took out another bottle of water and handed it to him.

"It's a rare day for you to call me," Mickle said, his face flushed but his tone calm. Judging from his strong muscles, he must work out a lot.

"I want to talk to you."

"I know." He handed the water to the bodyguard. "I also want to talk to you."

"Talk to me about what?" I looked at him curiously.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" He asked.

"Maybe we should find a more private place to talk, like your study." I don't think this is a good place to talk business, even though the air is fresher by the lake.

"We can walk and talk," he said. "I have a video conference in the morning, and I have a busy day ahead of me."

He was hinting to me that his time was valuable.

"So just say it." Mickle ambled toward the bridge.

I was at a loss for words.

"Ian tells me you've got a new consultant." Well, that's the only way I can start.

"Did he complain to you?" Mickle said.

"I hear that guy, a consultant, your new advisor, wants Emma to go to Germany with you?"

"Emma?" He said, thinking about who the name belonged to, "You mean your baby, right? No, I don't agree with that suggestion. Travelling with a baby who can't talk isn't going to solve any real problems. I need a real assistant more than a baby."

He gave me a meaningful look. "I remember telling you that you were the one who is most like me of all my children."

"I'm afraid I'm not capable of that."

"You're young and you can learn," Mickle said. "I can teach you myself."

What can you teach me? I sneer at myself.

"Stay and help me," Mickle said, walking to the centre of the bridge. He put his hands on the railing and looked out over the calm lake.

"Stop trying to escape. You can't go anywhere without my permission."

"I don't understand why you're doing this."

"As a member of this family, you serve the future of this family." Mickle looked at me, "If you're not the child I want, I won't tolerate you forever. Do you think I don't know that you don't have the tape? Thanks to your wonderful ex-husband, of course. He tried to threaten me with that tape."

He walked on, and we entered a quiet path. The bodyguard was not far from us, and I continued to follow him. There was a faint smell of grass on both sides of the road, and the grass seemed to shake in the sunlight, then a figure emerged from the grass.

"Father!" A woman with untidy hair threw herself on Mickle. "Why are you locking me up?" She shouted.

It's Mia!

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mickle tried to push Mia away, but she held on to him.

"I'm your daughter," Mia yelled. "Why did you abandon me? Is it because of her?"

Mia widened her eyes and glared at me. "Why do you always take everything from me? I will send you to HELL！"

She was about to lunge at me when a bullet went through her body. Blood gushed from her chest and I watched her fall to the ground.

"Mr. President, are you all right?" Two bodyguards immediately rushed over, the other bent down to check on Mia's condition.

"She's dead," the big bodyguard said. "Do you know her?"

Mickle said calmly, "No. I don't know her. I need you to get out of here right now."

"Call Ian and let him handle it," Mickle said calmly.

"Eva, please leave with me," the bodyguard said.

What had just happened was like a bolt of lightning hitting me, and before I knew it, I was in Mickle's study.

"Mia's dead?" I still can't believe it, and I can't get her face out of my head.

"The guards thought she was trying to hurt me. They were just doing their job," Mickle said, handing me a glass of whiskey. "I hope you're not too sad."

"She's your daughter!" I stared at him, his cold face showing as if the woman who had just died had nothing to do with him.

"I don't know her." I remember what he said just now.

"I am sad to lose her."

"That's a lie." I snorted. "You're a heartless man."

"I don't think we need to argue about a dead person anymore." Mickle put down his glass, "When you stand in my place, you will know. As the Supreme Leader of a country, all your sadness and anger can only be hidden in your heart."

"What are you going to do with Mia's body?"

"I'm sure Ian will take care of it." Mickle raised his hand to glance at his watch. "We have 10 minutes left to talk. So far, you haven't told me why you're here."

"I can stay and help you." I stood up and looked at him in the eye. "But you have to get Emma and Frade out of the United States. You will not interfere with anything he does in Italy."

"As long as he doesn't mess with me like your ex-husband did, I don't care what he does in Italy," he said. "Send the child away and leave the mother behind. That's a good plan."

"Plus, you have to bury Mia."

"But her tombstone can only say she is Jane Doe."

Turns out he never recognized Mia as his daughter! He wouldn't even let Mia use his family name.

"Fire the consultant, Max. I only work with Ian."

"No problem. Is that all?" He asked.

"That's it."

"Then you should know that my offer is conditional. You will stay and help me, and you will not be allowed to go against my decision," he said.

"I promise."

"First, you're going to have to figure out how to get your ex-husband," Mickle said with a sneer. "You're going with me to Mexico in a week."

I looked at the man coldly. How the Hell could I be his daughter?