Chapter 145
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'So, Bertha, nothing happened to you? I heard that medicine is powerful, it's all my fault. I should have told her to stop."
He sighed, felt sad, and regretted.
Bertha frowned slightly. 'From now on, please call me Director Bertha, or Miss. Bertha. You calling my name like that makes me want to vomit."
She looked at Derek standing next to her and said. 'He said Mrs. Victoria proactively asked him for help, Mrs. Victoria said he was the mastermind, who do you think I should trust?"
Derek looked at Mr. Devon with a serious expression, he smiled coldly. "Uncle, you got into trouble, you pushed it to women, and your way of doing things is despicable."
Derek's words were a statement.
Mr. Devon's expression heated up, he pointed at Derek and scolded. 'Now you are just Miss. Bertha's maid, so why did you intervene when the landlord talked?"
Bertha hates cunning people like Mr. Devon. She didn't want to continue listening to his nonsense, so she raised her hand, Tommy placed an exquisite square gift box on the tea table.
"What is this?" Mr. Devon's face was shocked.
Bertha curled her lips and smiled faintly. 'This is the gift I brought to you today. Please open it."
Mr. Devon didn't answer, and although he didn't understand what she wanted to do, he always felt that there was evil intention in her smile.
When Mrs. Sandra heard about the gift, she smiled. 'You gave us a gift? You are so kind."
She walked over and saw the exquisitely designed box placed on the tea table. She guessed that it was not a bad gift.
With her curiosity, she opened the box, but what was inside stunned her.
There were thirty small vases only half the size of a hand, all of them neatly arranged.
She took one of them and opened the lid. The liquid was clear and had a strange taste.
"What is this?"
Tommy replied. 'This is a gift from Miss. Bertha has carefully prepared it for you. Every day, you can choose a bottle to drink."
Mr. Devon didn't understand what Bertha was trying to do. He walked over and smelled it. His expression immediately changed and he quickly took the bottle from Mrs. Sandra and put it back in place.
'Are they all aphrodisiacs?"
Bertha rested her chin and smiled extremely brightly.
'Not everything, except there is nothing capable of causing fatal poisoning, there is also diarrhea medicine, itching medicine, and five of these thirty bottles are syrup, the probability of drawing syrup is still much easier than winning the lottery, right?"
"You…"
Mr. Devon and his wife were so scared they were speechless.
Michelle understood the problem, but she was also terrified. 'Dad, I don't want to drink. I don't want to drink this…"
The three of them hugged each other trembling.
"You are so cruel. Even if you don't think about the fact that we were relatives before, this has nothing to do with me, I…"
Bertha interrupted Mr. Devon. 'You understand this clearly in your heart, I understand it too, not to mention I didn't come here just for this."
Mr. Devon is puzzled. 'I don't know what I did wrong to you."
'Before you helped Mrs. Victoria harmed me, I still haven't forgotten this. Maybe you still haven't forgotten, right? Plus the slap you gave Derek earlier, and the aphrodisiac this time. If three crimes are punished together, you are not unjust."
Derek was standing next to her, he heard her words, and his heart suddenly became sweet.
She still remembers Mr. Devon beating him, she wanted revenge for him. This means that she still has feelings for him, right?
Mr. Devon said. 'Derek is a member of Tibble's family, I'm his uncle, I have the right to hit him. You included this, you are so outrageous."
Bertha said calmly. 'He is my maid, only my people can punish him, you have no right."
'Only my people, not just me…'
Venn is also included.
Derek suddenly felt unhappy.
Mr. Devon was speechless.
But if you force him to drink a potion every day, it would be better to kill him.
'Even if you kill me, I will not accept what you say, I will not drink."
Bertha laughed.
'I didn't come here today to negotiate with you."
She finished speaking, glancing at Tommy.
Tommy immediately brought a bunch of photocopied documents and placed them in front of them. 'Look, this is Mrs. Victoria, evidence shows you sent people to buy black market aphrodisiacs. The entire timing of this incident is arranged in order, do you want to go to the police station or receive a gift from Miss. Bertha?"
The expressions of the three of them changed a lot.
Mr. Devon was so frightened that he couldn't say a word. In such a short time, this woman had investigated everything.
On the black market side, he also bribed them to keep their mouths shut.
Mrs. Sandra cried. 'Husband, you can't go to jail. You are the breadwinner of the family, if you go to jail, what should Michelle and I do?"
Michelle agrees. 'That's right, Dad, you can't go to jail. Once you have a criminal record, how can I face my friends in the future? Moreover, no rich and powerful young man will want to marry me, will I have to be lonely until I get old?"
Mr. Devon was awkward, his eyes were red as he looked at his wife and daughter. 'But if you two drink that medicine, I will feel very uncomfortable in my heart."
Mrs. Sandra and Michelle looked at each other. 'Why do we have to drink? This is your doing, so drink up."
Mr. Devon was speechless.
He was quite depressed.
But this has nothing to do with Mrs. Sandra and Michelle, the two of them understandably refused to take the medicine with him.
But…
Every day he has to choose three bottles to drink. If he is unlucky, he chooses three bottles of aphrodisiac, which will cause him to die. If he had chosen other potions, he would have been tortured to death.
