President’s Sweet Wife

There was nothing wrong with the windows, including the balcony outside. Nothing was there other than some plants.

To be sure, Philip even sent someone out over the balcony rails to check outside, and no one was hiding underneath, either.

From the looks of it, they shouldn’t have seen anything else.

Jessica was in disbelief as well.

“How’s that possible? I heard it. A woman crying, just crying and crying, like someone’s wringing her neck. How – how could there be no one there?”

She walked in a trance over to the balcony, checking front and back in a panic.

But in reality, in a space this small, anyone hidden would have been found already. It was impossible for them to have hidden until now.

“Was it… really a ghost…”

“What do you mean ghost? I don’t believe that nonsense!”

Philip flared up and yanked the curtains down. At that moment, a small black object fell from above.

Followed quickly by the sound of sobbing.

Everyone froze.

Almost petrified.

They stared at the little object on the ground. After a while, they finally understood that the crying had come from this thing.

Aleena stooped over and picked it up. It was a mini recorder.

Someone had recorded the sound in earlier and set it on a timer. That’s why Jessica had heard the intermittent sobbing.

“Bastard!”

She slammed the device on the ground, her expression turning ugly.

“Who was it? Who put something like this in Jessica’s room?”

The servants who’d followed inside saw what was going on and turned white in a panic.

They hurriedly shook their heads, denying their involvement.

dark look

in

thought for

been too many,

out of her room. If not half a dozen, at least three

the police! Have them all

started begging for

wasn’t me, sir. I’ve never done anything

Why would we do something like this? It doesn’t

Naturally, Philip didn’t listen.

how we’ll deal with it. Relax. If you really didn’t do it, there’ll be no consequences. But if

sneered. “Heh! Don’t blame me for what

been in Jessica’s room put in custody, ready to call the

At the McCarthy Mansion.

the phone

the man’s embrace. A thick, solid arm was wrapped around her. She could smell his fresh

his arm lightly off her and leant

an anonymous text,

done. Wire the

didn’t reply. She deleted the text

out with a powerful limb and effortlessly

“What is it?”

didn’t open his eyes, and there was still sleepiness in

a spam

his eyes and looked at the woman before

house. Natalia didn’t like the dark, so she left a small, warm orange floor lamp on a corner of the bedroom, giving a

looked at the delicate features of the

fall asleep while it’s so late, sounds like

intentions of the large hand at her waist, and

“Stop messing around, Archie!”

right? I just have to tire you

“Archie McCarthy! Mhm…”

…

parts in “The Youth” were completely

in the “Chase the Wind”

Nathan were friends. “Chase the Wind” might have been directed by Hamlin, but

relationship between Nathan and Archie, because she’d seen Nathan in Archie’s