Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 132: Chapter 128: He Likes You!

Translator: 549690339

Richelie Dunn left Hugo Camrey and went straight home.

Since the dean had promised her a few more days off, she took advantage of these holidays to complete the task assigned by her benefactor.

Strangely enough, after sending some secret information related to the Dunn Group, the benefactor suddenly asked her for some information about the Thompsons.

This Thompson family, according to Hugo’s evaluation, was as formidable as her current benefactor.

What the benefactor wanted was risky, even for her.

“Benefactor, are you sending me to my death?”

Now, Richelle dared to tease the benefactor from time to time.

Although the other party was always cold, either ignoring her or brushing aside her teasing and getting straight to the point.

But she had an intuition that the person on the other end of the line wouldn’t take these things to heart.

However, the benefactor seemed in a good mood that day and actually gave her a reply.

“I trust your abilities.”

Richelle, being a pragmatist, was quite energized by the benefactor’s praise.

What the benefactor wanted was actually what Richelle intended to give.

After a few days of investigating and brainstorming, Richelle roughly had a plan of attack.

She was 80 or 90 percent sure that it would work, but when she reached the final stage, the other party suddenly struck back. Richelle quickly realized that they had been on guard all along.

She quickly went into hiding, wiped out her tracks, and quickly went offline.

“Benefactor, 1 almost got caught!”

Richelle felt as if the benefactor was her place to vent now.

Since he didn’t react no matter what she said, she said whatever she wanted to save from bottling herself up.

The benefactor didn’t respond.

After reviewing her path and strategizing, Richelle planned a new path.

However, she planned to take her time, act tonight instead of rushing to do it right away.

Richelle, whose mind was perpetually consumed with her task, finally eased up, but she couldn’t help but pull out her phone again. She opened Microgrid and searched for # Master Lewis’s woman# again. However, ‘No related content’ was displayed.

As Richelle stared at the empty screen, she suddenly felt hopeless.

Even if those were still posted online, honestly, it wouldn’t really affect her life.

What was really bothering her now was not the photo that had incited thousands of comments online, nor the title #Master Lewis’s woman#, but Roy Lewis’s strange attitude.

“Benefactor, can 1 ask a question off-topic…”

She didn’t know who to confide in about her woes regarding Roy Lewis.

She might as well use this benefactor as her venting place again.

After all, he would automatically filter out all her irrelevant words.

As expected, he didn’t reply.

Richelle then typed, “If a man suddenly starts acting strange, constantly showing his presence in front of you, the reason is…”

Richelle couldn’t figure out the reason.

All she knew was that Roy Lewis now was not the Roy Lewis she had first met!

Richelle felt increasingly vexed. She messed up her curly hair in frustration but couldn’t figure out why. She decided to go to the kitchen and grab something tasty, then write a few sections of her paper in order to refocus.

She was about to log out of her secret system when a message popped up. There was a new reply.

When she checked it, it turned out to be the benefactor sending a few words of wisdom.

“He likes you!”

Richelle felt her mind explode!

Was he kidding? Roy Lewis liked her?

Forget it. This benefactor was obviously a dull, nerdy, and no-fun science guy who knew nothing about romance.

Richelle shut down the system, stood up, smoothed out her messy hair, stretched lazily, and then left the room to find a snack in the kitchen.

The children and Mrs. Walker were all taking their afternoon nap, and the house was eerily quiet.

Richelle walked carefully into the kitchen. Her phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out and opened WhatsApp while opening the fridge.

Upon opening to check, it was a voice message from Roy Lewis.

“Richelle, when are we going to buy books?”

He typically prefers texting, doesn’t he?

Did he know that his sexy, deep voice was fatally appealing to her?

Richelle originally only planned to grab a piece of fruit to relieve some stress. Now, she needs to eat ice cream to cool down.

Thinking about this, she opened the freezer door.

While she was browsing for ice cream, her phone rang. Richelle looked for the ice cream without checking the incoming call and picked it up.

“Hello, you?”

“What are you doing?”

It was Roy Lewis!

His deep voice, echoing through the phone, added a few times more mystery and sex appeal.

For some inexplicable reason, Richelle obediently answered him.

“Looking for an ice cream.”

“Richelle Dunn!”

The voice from the other end of the phone suddenly raised several decibels, startling Richelle.

She was about to question him when he yelled again.

“Are you trying to test how much 1 can endure? Don’t you have an allergy to ice cream? Do you dare to touch it?”

Richelle stood bewildered, looking at the ice cream she had just found in her hand. She wasn’t sure how to respond to him.

“Richelle Dunn, if you dare to take a bite, 1’11 have our face-exposing photos posted immediately!”

Damn, is he threatening me?

Richelle felt provoked. She raised her voice in defiance.

“Dare you?”

Roy Lewis seemed to be grinding his teeth in response, then sneered.

“Just watch if I dare!”

The two confront each other in silence for a number of seconds, at last, Roy Lewis issued the final ultimatum.

“Switch to video call, let me see you put down the ice cream and leave the kitchen.”

Richelle was fuming. She was about to retort when she heard him say, “I’ll have Timmy, Timothy, and Tifanny supervise you from now on. From now on, don’t even think of having a taste of ice cream!”

The children didn’t know about Richelle’s ice cream allergy.

If Roy Lewis really let the beans spill, those little devils would be sure to make her life miserable.

“Fine, 1 won’t eat. Just don’t tell the kids about this. It would be pointless for them to worry over nothing.”

Roy Lewis only replied, “Video!”, then he hung up.

Richelle felt cornered by Roy Lewis using the children as leverage. With a gloomy face, she switched on the video call. Under his watchful eyes, she put the ice cream back in the freezer, closed the door, picked an apple from the countertop, pretended it was Roy Lewis’s head, and took a big bite.

Then, she chewed loudly on purpose under Roy Lewis’s watchful eyes, stomped out of the kitchen.

Roy Lewis on the screen didn’t say a word during all this. He only showed a hint of a smile when she finally sat down on the sofa. He then finally spoke.

“Good girl!”