Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 25

When Alvera came out of the kitchen with the chicken noodle soup, Roland was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

She walked over and set the soup on the coffee table.

He was looking at a copy of Advanced Mathematics that she had left on the coffee table. She snatched the book away and closed it with a snap. "Don't look at other people's stuff."

"Advanced Mathematics?" he asked. "Aren't you a little old for this?"

Alvera's face turned cold. She picked up the several exercise books on the table and put them to the side. Her voice was tight and cold. "I was in prison at the age I was supposed to read these."

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Roland frowned unconsciously at the mention of prison.

He looked at her and said with an annoyed face, "It's your own fault for not studying well."

"Not studying well?" Alvera scoffed silently. "Me?"

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He knew nothing about her past. He had no right to say that.

Alvera clenched her fists and glared at him, her eyes was glowering with anger.

Once upon a time, she had worked so hard at her studies, all just so she could get into a good university, find a good job, earn a decent living and escape Quebec City, escape the Earhart family with her mother.

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Well now, this dream had been trampled into the ground by the Earhart family and this man in front of her.

He saw the hatred in her eyes and said coldly, "Why, did I hit the nail on the head? You did this yourself, there's no need to act like this now. What's the use of studying now?"

She gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger.

She couldn't let this b*stard see her pain.

She pursed her lips and smiled. "Drink the soup. Get yourself sober, then rest well."

After that, she picked up the books and turned to go upstairs.

"Stop there." Roland stopped her suddenly.

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He stood up, walked to her, and stared intently at her.

She kept her smile and asked, "Is there anything else you need, Mr. Francois?"

His eyes were cold. He grabbed her by the chin and warned, "Don't act in front of me. I'm sick of you acting like this."

"Life is a drama, everyone is acting. If you really want to know what I'm thinking of underneath all these, I'm happy to oblige. I want to kill you. I want to rip you apart and feed you to the dogs."

Alvera stepped back. Then she turned around and rushed to a candy box that was on a shelf in the corner. She grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth.

The candy was very sweet. The sweetness dried up the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

Roland frowned. Hes was confused when he saw her strange behavior.

Alvera swallowed the candy. "The act goes on, Mr. Francois. If you don't like it, you just have to endure it for another four months. Once the contracted duration ends, we'll both be liberated. Mr. Francois, you should take a bath and brush your teeth. Your breath stink."

She turned and went upstairs.

Roland watched her as she ascended.

He had never met such a woman.

Stubborn, strong, but also... fragile.

"Who are you, Alvera Earhart?" He thought to himself.

He looked down at the exercise book that fell open on the ground. The page of mathematical problems was filled in with the answers.

He squatted down and picked up the exercise book.

A quick scan of the questions surprised him. The answers were all correct.

These problems were quite hard. It would but impossible to solve them without a decent foundation in Mathematics.

How could an ignorant, rebellious girl do this?