Chapter 124
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Back at the villa, Tommy and Casey hid in a dark place and talked to him. "Mr. Derek, I'm guessing about four hours, Miss. Bertha will return. Even though it will take a few hours to go out today, you should still finish your housework before Miss. Bertha returns."
"I know."
Derek said expressionlessly, pushing open the door to the mansion.
Bertha was an hour late and finally got off work.
Tibble Corporation was taken over by Mrs. Victoria and Zillah collapsed, leaving many holes, and the stock was also much worse than before.
Bertha must put in more effort to bring Tibble Corporation back to its original peak. She can then find Helga Corporation to collect the debt.
Returning to the beach villa, she did not rush to go inside the house and called Tommy and Casey, hiding in a private place.
'Mistress."
Both began to report. 'Today Mr. Derek didn't do anything out of the ordinary."
Bertha didn't believe it. 'Is he that obedient? Are you sure you won't let him out of your sight?"
The two of them said together. "Yes."
'Today he met Mrs. Victoria and Rose, what they said, please repeat it all to me, without missing a word."
The two of them looked at each other and began to report.
After Bertha listened, her expression was expressionless. 'Okay, I know, you guys go."
After understanding the general situation, she walked across the front garden, pushed open the door, and entered the living room.
The bright living room still smells faintly of food.
Derek was in the kitchen when he heard the noise. He immediately came out. He took her slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of her feet.
'You worked hard today."
Bertha stood quietly in the entryway, watching him. Although the tone of his words was a bit reluctant, his expression was cold like she owed him money.
But he finished the assigned housework, Bertha worked all day, her whole body was extremely tired, and she didn't want to provoke him.
She just said "Uhm" then turned around and went upstairs.
Derek said. "I've finished cooking dinner, you should eat first."
Bertha glanced at the steaming food on the table, she remembered how he had mocked her when she waited all night for him to come home for dinner, her expression became colder and colder.
'You eat, I already ate."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to leave when Derek stepped forward to stop her, his expression strange. "Have you eaten? With whom? Venn or Kirjani?"
Thinking of the man during the day, Derek's face darkened. 'Or Noa? You two finished discussing work and then went to dinner together?
Bertha frowned.
This tone, this expression...
Very similar to the scene of a wife taking her wallet when her husband comes home late?
'Derek, you should know your place. Now you're just my maid, you have no right to ask me who I'm going to eat with."
She finished speaking, passed him, and walked upstairs.
Seeing her figure gradually disappear down the stairs, Derek's whole body suddenly became sad.
He looked at the fruit knife in the fruit basket on the coffee table, his face showing no emotion.
Late at night, three in the morning.
The whole villa seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
Silver moonlight shined through the window, illuminating the man sleeping in bed.
But the next second, the man indifferently opened his eyes, without any sleepiness in his deep black eyes.
He sat up and gently walked out of the room. First, he went down to the first floor to get a fruit knife from the fruit basket, then went to the third floor...
Tonight, Bertha did not sleep well.
She always felt like something was staring at her in the dark, and it had been staring for a long time.
This feeling... why is it so similar to the night before the divorce?
After realizing something, she suddenly opened her eyes, suddenly there was a strong wind blowing past her ears.
Without thinking, she instinctively reached out and grasped the blade of the knife, her right palm was torn by the knife, and bright red blood flowed from her hand onto the bed sheet.
Ignoring the pain, she quickly sat up, estimated the man's distance, and quickly used her left hand to slap him hard.
After crying out in pain, the man fell to the ground, his grip on the knife loosening.
Bertha doesn't need to guess, in this villa, except for him, no one dares to use a knife on her.
She threw away the fruit knife and quickly turned on the light to take a look.
Sure enough, it was Derek.
She was angry beyond control. 'You want to die, right? Based on your strength now, do you think you can kill me?"
Derek tried to wipe the blood from the right corner of his mouth. He raised his head, surprised to see bright red blood on Bertha's sheets.
Is this woman stupid? She used her hand to block the blade.
He suddenly felt guilty and didn't say a word.
Bertha looked at his innocent expression and glared. 'You go get the medicine box."
"Uhm."
Derek got up from the ground, he went downstairs to get the medicine box.
As he left the room, he realized something.
A person who has gone through perfect spy training, when he enters the room, must discover that, although Bertha reacted promptly, it was not fast enough.
Tonight he just wanted to survey the situation. If she reacted quickly enough, she could kill him. He would immediately send a signal to notify Liam who was waiting outside.
If she didn't react at all, his knife would just stop in front of her skin.
But this stupid woman…
He sighed, it seemed like she wasn't a spy, the series of things she did to take revenge on Tibble's family were probably all coincidences.
