Chapter 172
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Derek doesn't want to tell her the truth.
Bertha didn't want to continue getting involved in this, so she returned to the main topic. 'Charity party that night, what are you going to do?"
Derek had just opened his lips, he hadn't spoken yet, Bertha was already staring at him, reminding him. 'I want to hear the truth."
'I was in Zillah's car, going to the suburbs to meet Laura…"
He swallowed his dry throat, and he secretly looked at the expression on Bertha's face, seeing that her expression did not change, he continued to speak.
'What happened at that charity party, Zillah just did it under someone's guidance. Someone arranged the plan behind her back. This person has many tricks, and every move he makes is accurate. Zillah said she wanted to cooperate with me and was willing to kill everyone if I refused..."
Because he talked so much, his throat was sore.
Bertha gave him the cup and told him to pour himself some water. Her eyes were a little interested, she stared at him. 'You also told me about the cooperation between you and her. Are you not afraid that I will suspect you, that you will intentionally reveal it?"
'If you want to hear the truth, I won't hide it." As for whether she believes it or not, that's not something he can decide.
"Really?"
Bertha pursed her lips slightly, one hand on her cheek, the other on her knee, she tilted her head to look at him, smiling cunningly.
'Then I want to know why Tommy was injured. Please tell the truth."
Derek thought for a moment, his thin lips curled up slightly. 'He insulted me, so I hurt Tommy."
Bertha frowned, she vaguely sensed that he was hiding something.
But Bertha, after rearranging everything, she already guessed how things would turn out.
She guessed that this matter could not help but be related to the third brother.
But she put this aside, this time, she didn't care if Zillah was the one doing it or the one planning it.
If she doesn't take revenge on her, Bertha won't feel comfortable in her heart.
Bertha stood up and gently adjusted her red velvet dress. 'If you have injured my subordinates, then today, your subordinates must compensate, I must go to Helga's house to take revenge."
As soon as Bertha finished speaking, her eyes were bright, her small face was pretty and arrogant.
Derek looked at the light flashing in her eyes and was slightly stunned.
Waiting for him to regain his composure, Bertha took down the black coat hanging on the rack and prepared to go out.
He quickly followed. He had just contacted Liam and brought Aran's subordinates to work for her for a day.
When everyone arrived, Bertha glanced at it, she felt it wasn't enough.
Derek explained. 'Bertha, they are all very good, not weak, besides, if we are to deal with the useless bodyguards at Helga's house, these five people will be enough."
That's still not enough.
Two days ago, she had to fight forty assassins.
She wanted Zillah to feel the powerful aura of her subordinates.
But Tommy and Donald are still in the hospital, and Tyrone and Casey also seem to be injured.
She called Allison. "You call some good-minded organizations here, I want to go fight."
Derek on the side is curious about when Bertha founded the underground organization.
Very quickly, Bertha had gathered fifty people, including Derek's subordinates and her subordinates, a total of fifty-eight people.
As they walked, the ground moved as if there was an earthquake.
Their aura, seen from afar, makes people scared out of their wits.
Bertha was very satisfied and was about to leave when someone grabbed her wrist.
Derek looked upset as he stared at her, his voice hoarse in condemnation. 'You went to fight but why didn't you take me with you?"
Bertha blinked, she patted his pale cheek, smiling. 'You're sick, you can't go."
Even though Bertha didn't mean it that way.
But in front of so many people, her words hurt Derek deeply.
Derek's face was serious, he was solemn, gritting his teeth for emphasis.
"I can."
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Villa of Helga's house.
The bodyguards at the door were feeling depressed, suddenly they felt strong footsteps, and even the water cup placed on the table shook.
They were suspicious and turned their heads to look.
A woman with a long coat and a beautiful red dress was leading.
Behind her was a group of tall, strong men walking towards them.
Even though she was much shorter than the men behind her, her aura was not overwhelming at all, like a queen leading her black knight.
The bodyguard of Helga's house was extremely frightened and told someone. 'You should go inform Mistress Zillah."
When Zillah's mother, Mrs. Ivory slowly went downstairs.
Bertha's group of people entered the flower garden, they were so large that the entire backyard was full.
The bodyguards at the door originally wanted to stop them, but under the momentum of Bertha's group, they felt that they were so small and powerless that they basically couldn't stop them.
Bertha told her subordinates to bring out a chair in the flower garden, and she sat down on the chair, in the middle of the beautiful flower garden.
Derek picked a few small oranges and stood quietly beside her, peeling them for her.
When Mrs. Ivory ran out of the villa. When she saw this scene, she was immediately stunned.
But she was in charge of Helga Corporation's business for many years, and her composure was trained very well every day.
"Who are you?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly noticed the orange in Derek's hand, her face turned pale. 'Derek, are you a child? This is the fortune of Helga's house, you cannot touch it."
'Can't touch it?"
Bertha smiled beautifully, her long fingers holding the orange that Derek had peeled, her red lips slightly parted, and she tasted the orange, smiling brightly.
