Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 754 Live Under His Roof

Chapter 754 Live under His Roof

"Got it."

Sensing his displeasure, Donald's heart quivered and he agreed respectfully.

Then, instead of going to the study, he took his coat and walked out.

Donald paused, he unconsciously followed Felix and asked, "Mr. Bissel, are you going out?"

"Yes," said Felix tonelessly.

Then he said, "get a car ready, I'll go out."

Donald froze. But he caught on quickly and said reverently, "Yes, sir."

A black Rolls-Royce was driven out of the castle.

In a guest room in the castle, Bella was standing at the window looking through a telescope.

A faint sneer crossed her face.

She put down the telescope and tapped her fingers unconsciously on the windowsill. She thought, grating her teeth.

"Felix Bissel, quit pretending you are a cold fish!"

"So you're not interested in women?"

"I defy you to stand my seduction. I've got everything under control!" She said inwardly.

Then she turned and walked out.

Katy was Bella's personal maid now. She was at Bella's service at the door.

Suddenly the door opened. She said, looking at Bella blankly, "Miss Collins, can I help you with anything?"

Bella looked at her and sneered.

"Yes, of course. I need you to do me a favor!"

There was a glint of malice in her eyes.

Then she walked out in high heels with her bottom wiggled.

Looking at the back of her departure, Katy was a little confused.

But she was only a maid. Bella Collins and Felix Bissel were her masters.

She wouldn't have dared to defy them or meddle in their personal business.

So she had to lengthen her stride to keep up with Bella.

However, on the other side of the story.

At the prison gate.

"95201, you're free now."

The iron gate clanged shut, but Queeny didn't look back. Her neat short hair made her face even paler and thinner. She smiled as she walked out of the prison gate.

The weather was surprisingly warm and sunny. The autumn wind was rustling and the sky was a brilliant blue.

The soft breeze blew the flowers off the Osmanthus fragrans, and the air was filled with pleasant fragrances of flowers.

Under the tree stood a tall girl about seventeen years old, wearing a black leather coat and a short skirt.

With her head down, she was about to light a cigarette with a lighter.

Perhaps the sound of the gate closing startled her. She put down her cigarette and looked up to see a woman walking slowly out of the gate. "Queeny!"

She shivered and dropped her cigarette to the ground.

The next moment, she darted over and threw herself into Queeny's arms.

"You're finally free!"

Her eyes were red, and she was trembling with excitement.

"You know, I thought I'd never see you again. And now you're free, I'm so happy," she said in a choked voice.

The girl was Queeny's half-sister, Sarah.

Queeny's had mixed feelings when Sarah held her.

Sarah was still a child in her memory. She had poor health as a child and was fussy about food, so she was still thin and short when she was about thirteen.

She was obviously malnourished at that time.

Queeny didn't expect her to grow so fast in four years.

Now she was a big girl.

A smile lifted the corner of Queeny's mouth, "I'm fine. Don't be so dramatic."

However, she was shaking all over, trembling like a leaf.

It took her a long time to calm down. She raised her head and wriggled free.

Queeny laughed as she wiped away her tears. "Look at me, I got tears on your clothes. I'm so happy to see you."

Sarah paused and said, "Come home with me. From now on, we'll live together and never stay apart, OK?"

Then she looked at Queeny expectantly.

However, Queeny didn't say yes right away.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she turned to look down the road.

The prison was in a remote location, so there were not many cars passing by.

A black Rolls-Royce suddenly pulled up under a row of pine trees.

The car was scratched by branches and the golden sun shone on it, reflecting a dazzling light. Instead of making people feel warm, a chill filled in the air.

After a while, she looked away.

Her gaze settled on Sarah's face again. She didn't nod, but smiled faintly.

She held Sarah's hand, trying to comfort her gently. "I have a place to stay."

Sarah froze.

She looked puzzled and said, "You are broke, and you don't have any friends. Where can you go?"

Queeny smiled.

She seemed to be smiling all the time. But her smile was forced, and she hid her true feelings behind a shield of her warm smile.

"My baby sister. I don't have any friends, but I'm sure I can replace somewhere to live on my own," said Queeny gently.

She seemed unwilling to listen to Sarah's advice, so she continued, "Anyway, Uncle Dempsey is unlikely to agree. If I go back home with you, our lives won't get better, and I will get you in trouble. You know, I don't want to live under his roof."

She was blunt and straightforward.

Sarah couldn't contradict her.

Because what Queeny said was an irrefutable fact.

Queeny's stepfather, Patrick Dempsey, was Sarah's biological father.

Patrick had taken a dislike to her since her mother remarried him, and he often beat her and scolded her for no reason.

When she was little, she didn't know how to protect herself, so she suffered a lot.

But luckily, most of the time, he just called her names or frightened her.

Even if he didn't like her, he couldn't go too far in front of her mother, Meredith.

However, Patrick's business went bankrupt unexpectedly, and their house caught on fire.

According to their neighbors, the fire started because Queeny fell asleep while cooking.

Patrick was furious about it. He grabbed her and gave her a good beating.

Fortunately, the fire was not serious and was quickly brought under control. The damage was not great.

So Queeny hadn't been thrown out.

Even so, she became a thorn in Patrick's side since then, and he was beginning to think she was a jinx.