President’s Sweet Wife

Diego didn't show up again until late at night.

This time, there was no sound outside. It seemed that the rest of the gang had all fell asleep.

Laura was not sure whether they were asleep or left. Anyway, it was very quiet outside.

Diego walked in stealthily, holding a bunch of car keys.

He came over and untied Laura.

As he untied the ropes, he remarked, "Don't make a sound. Just come with me. The car is parked on the road not far away. We'll go there and get straight into the car."

The tape on Laura's mouth had long been removed, so she could speak now.

Hearing this, Laura asked with concern, "Where are the others?"

Diego cast a look at her.

This look was meaningful. For some reason, it sent a chill down his spine.

She felt as if a snake had climbed onto her back.

Diego immediately laughed a sinister laugh and said, "I drugged them and locked them up in the cellar."

The so-called cellar was probably just a basement.

This was a factory. It certainly had a basement to store things that were rarely used.

But Laura still had some doubts.

"Why did you move them to the basement?"

To get her out of here, drugging those people would suffice. But why bother moving those people to the basement?

Diego stared at her coldly and narrowed his eyes.

In a low and chilling voice, he muttered, "If I didn't move them there, wouldn't the dead bodies be discovered right away? The basement is a good hiding place. The bodies are safe there at least for several days. When others discover their bodies, I'll be long gone and I can get away with this. Don't you think so?"

Laura abruptly stopped moving.

Rooted to the spot, she stared at Diego in disbelief.

Diego took out a knife when she was not looking.

He pressed the knife against Laura's belly and said with a cold laugh, "Sweetie, I killed those people just to help you. You wouldn't rat me out, would you?"

Laura felt her back cold. It was as if a chill had penetrated through her skin and reached her marrow. She couldn't even feel her fingers.

After a long while, she nodded shakily.

""No... I won't."

Diego crooked his index finger, gesturing her to stand up.

Then, he said, "In that case, take me to get the money! Don't worry. No one is outside now. As long as you do what I tell you to, no one will hurt you." While speaking, he kept the knife on her skin, urging her to go outside.

Laura moved her stiffened legs to inch towards the outside. Suddenly, something occurred to her.

It turned out that... Diego had never considered letting her go!

She was not stupid after all. Diego had killed so many people, but he told her about this without reservation.

Diego would never disclose such a secret to someone who had always been on his opposite side and could sell him out at any time.

But he did... That meant he never considered letting her live on!

The dead couldn't talk after all.

At this thought, Laura shivered all over. Overwhelming horror and helplessness washed over her.

She felt like a dense cluster of dark clouds was bearing down on her, crushing her and suffocating her.

Still, she bit her lips and managed to keep a straight face.

She meekly followed Diego out.

After walking for a short while, she really saw a black car parked on the road nearby.

Diego never moved the knife away from her belly for a second. After they reached the car, he handed her the car key and asked, "Can you drive?" Laura nodded.

Diego then put the key in her hand and ordered her to sit in the driver's seat. He swiftly strode to the other side of the car and climbed into the passenger's seat.

It only took a second or two.

In this brief moment, Laura thought about running away.

But she gave up on the idea the moment it crossed her mind.

It wouldn't work!

This place was deserted. No one was around to help. As a woman, she had no way to outrun Diego.

She had nothing to use as a weapon, either. Even if she ran, Diego would catch her back in no time.

If that infuriated Diego, who knew what would happen?

Thinking of this, Laura couldn't help but swallow. She then put the key into the keyhole and grabbed the steering wheel.

Diego put on the seat belt and glanced at Laura. Seeing that she had been very obedient, he nodded with satisfaction.

"See, isn't this nice? Now you're doing what I say and saved me a lot of trouble. You can rest assured. Once I get the money, I'll let you go right off and won't bother you again." Laura forced a smile, then slowly started the car.

The car ran at a steady speed. Diego, sitting in the passenger's seat, never let the knife move an inch away from Laura's waist.

It was not that Laura didn't want to escape with the car. She didn't do it because she knew she couldn't move faster than a man.

Perhaps before she could run away, Diego's knife would already be stabbed into her body.

In the past, she would not believe Diego had the guts to take her life.

But just now, she learned that Diego had killed so many people and hid their bodies, which made her realize that Diego was no longer the man she knew in the past.

The Diego she knew was indeed hateful.

But he was a coward. He only dared to commit minor sins - bullying women, gambling, and fighting.

He would back off when he encountered real tough guys.

But now, he was different.

Today's Diego was more like a vile, poisonous serpent. He appeared to be weak and negligible.

But at some point, he could dart out and bite without mercy.

Once the poison reached the blood, the victim would have no hope of surviving.

Laura was sure that if she really attempted to disobey Diego, Diego would absolutely kill her and flee.

So she didn't dare to make any rash moves.

However, she couldn't just sit back and wait, either.

After deliberating for a while, Laura suddenly asked, "Do you have any empty boxes?"

Dazed, Diego looked at her with a frown.

"What boxes?"

Laura gave a stiff smile, "Didn't I tell you I have many jewels and antiques in my villa? Don't you want them all? Then you have to prepare some boxes to put them in. I don't have anything to pack those things for you to take away. The suitcases I have are the ones I've used before and can be easily recognized. I do have some other small suitcases, but they're not big enough for all those antiques."

Truthfully, she was betting her life on this plan.

She bet that Diego would not give up taking those valuable antiques.

As she expected, Diego asked with suspicion, "What antiques do you have in your place?"

Laura was relieved to hear that, because Diego had swallowed the bait.

She heaved a sigh in relief in her head. But her tone was still nonchalant, "I have many. What kind do you prefer?"¶¶¶¶¶¶