Chapter 39 Muddleheaded Life (1) (1/2)

The more she read, the more complaints she made.

”A donation can make him a good person? It's really... One hundred million. It's no big deal to have money. ” She looked at the price tag and suddenly choked as she was complaining.

In her eyes, Richie had become the spokesperson of niggards. Suddenly, she saw him generosity like a hero. Obviously she didn't believe it, but considered it as a conspiracy.

Consuela was taken aback by his behavior. She couldn't believe that he would be so generous to donate such a large amount of money. If he really did so, then she would have forgiven him for what she had been forced to do.

But he didn't. Instead, he took revenge with all his strength.

He was even more miserly than a woman.

As she pondered over it, she kept scrolling through it. She didn't stop until she saw the P picture posted by the netizens named ”Xiaoxi 666”.

The phone in her hand suddenly dropped to the ground. The domestic machine was not easy to break, so the screen was still bright. That man's face in the screen faced towards her.

In the photo, Richie was wearing a formal handmade suit, looking like a business elite. His eyes narrowed, as if they were looking at each other.

She felt so terrified that she couldn't help but step back. She moved the quilt and fell down on the bed.

Right then, Consuela's phone rang, reminding her of the new message. Staring at the ceiling with widened eyes, Consuela's mind was in a turmoil.

Who would send her a message now?

She picked up the mobile phone from the floor, unlocked the simple screen lock, and directly saw the small message window. It was from the powerful “devil”, Richie.

With a lingering fear, Consuela clicked on the message. It was simple and concise as if she had just thought of it and typed it out impatiently.

'Just stay in the villa. You don't need to do anything. If you need anything, just call Nancy and Emily.'