Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 49

"Who said we wanted you dead?" Roland asked, his face dark and sullen.

Alvera did not want to engage in the topic with him. "I'm fine now, Mr. Francois. You can leave."

"I don't have much to do today anyway. I'll stay here with you."

Alvera sighed.

"Why? I'm here to keep you company. Why are you so unwilling?"

Alvera did not say anything.

Roland continued to ask coolly, "You had lunch with Antoine this morning. What did you talk about?"

Alvera looked at him blankly for a moment. "You really know a lot about me. Did you send someone to spy on me?"

Roland raised his eyebrows and replied, "I don't have the time for that, but you argued in front of the company, which is still my territory. It's not hard to find out what you did. Tell me, what did you guys talk about?"

Alvera smiled faintly and sat up to look out of the window. Her expression hardened slightly.

"We talked about ending it."

"Did he agree?"

Alvera said nothing.

"Looked like he's deep in your charm. How did you do it?"

"Have you ever loved someone when you were young, Mr. Francois?" She looked back at him and continued, "The ignorance and naivety of a first love are hard to forget, isn't it?"

...

"So you find it hard to forget him?"

"Why should I forget him?" She asked him, "He is part of my youth. I want to remember everything that has happened in the past, be it friendship or love. Why should I forget him?"

"You're married."

"Marriage is my future. It doesn't mean that I have to forget about my past." She let out a deep sigh. "I have a good memory. I will not forget any love or hate because that would just be self-deception."

"So you admit that you still love him."

"Love? Maybe... once upon a time." She drew her knees to her chest and hugged herself tightly. "We used to be so fragile, so we would group together for warmth, comfort, and encouragement. We spent our most rebellious years together. He taught me how to grow up."

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Roland felt a trickle of irritation at her words.

He never thought that Antoine was such a great influence on Alvera.

"You don't hate him? He did abandon you back then."

"If you put it that way, I should hate you the most."

She turned her head, rested her cheek on her knees, and smiled at him.

"If he was the one who taught me how to grow up, then you taught me the meaning of humiliation," she continued.

Her words felt like a dagger plunged unexpectedly into his heart.

"I don't know what grudge you hold against the Earhart family,"

"That's not an acceptable reason to hurt someone."

"You hate me because I sent you to prison?"

Alvera shrugged. "Mr. Francois, we're straying from the topic. Let the past be the past, there's no need to discuss any further."

She loosened her arms. "Does this count as a workplace injury?"

Roland stared at her nonchalant expression helplessly.

This woman's heart was locked, and it seemed like no one in the world would be able to unlock it.

"Does this count?" she asked again.

Roland nodded. "Yes."

Alvera smiled. "Then I can finally rest."

"What happened last night..."

"What happened last night is in the past now." She shifted her gaze back to the window again.

"Can you be upfront with me in the future?"

"I don't even need to say anything if you had believed in me. You don't believe me, so there's really no use being upfront."

"You're too arrogant."

Alvera did not respond to him.

Was she being arrogant? In her opinion, she was being self-abased.

"Oh yeah, that shed in the Earhart family's backyard has been demolished."

Alvera's expression tightened slightly, but her tone was calm. "Is that so?"

"The demolition should be completed today."

"That's good," she said, her tone a little sad.

"Is there anything in particular that you would like to get from there?"

Alvera shook her head.

He took out a yellowed exercise book from his bag and handed it to her.

"What about this?"

Alvera took a look at it. It was one of her exercise books from high school.

She took it and flipped through it, then smiled. "How did you get this?"

"I just picked it up when I went over."

She tucked her hair behind her ear and began flipping through the book earnestly, smiling lightly every now and then.

...

Roland went into a trance as he looked at her.

He suddenly understood what it meant to be at peace.

He stared at Alvera the entire time she was looking at the book.

Finally, she closed the exercise book and looked at him calmly. "Mr. Francois, have you ever been particularly persistent on one thing?"

Roland raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment. "So far, no."

She raised the exercise book in her hand. "The most persistent thing I've ever done is studying so that I could get into a good university. I worked hard for over ten years, but then I eventually realized that persistence is nothing next to money and power."