President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 889 A Task

Ramon looked up at Queeny and said, “Don’t fret. I know you’re fond of that girl, so I’ve done her no

harm. Go and have a rest, and I’ll get her to you later.”

Seeing that he really meant it, Queeny rested assured. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She turned and walked upstairs.

After she had left, Asher stepped in.

He frowned in Queeny’s direction, obviously fuming at her attitude towards Ramon.

Aware of his inferior rank, however, he knew that he wasn’t entitled to a judgment, so he just asked,

“Chief, shall I bring Karida here?”

Ramon gave a nod.

“Go get her and impress on her the words we told her. If she dared to say otherwise…”

A murderous look flickered across his eyes.

Asher took the hint immediately and replied, “Yes!”

He turned and left.

In no time, Ella was brought over.

At the sight of Ramon, she was jolted out of her placidity and dashed to him.

“Where’s my granny? What has happened to her?”

Seeing her so threateningly close, Ramon squinted his eyes.

He said coolly, “Don’t worry. She’s fine, for we have favors to ask of you.”

Breathing erratically, she stared at him with hatred.

“Where is she? I want to see her.”

She grabbed him by his sleeve.

Ramon threw a glance at her clenched fingers and gave a dismissive laugh.

“Of course you can see her, but not before finishing a task.”

With the words, he pointed his head at the room upstairs and said, “Go and convince her that she is my

sister, and tell her what a miserable life her brother has lived all these years. As long as she

acknowledges her relation to me and agrees to stay here, I’ll give the old woman back to you. What do

you say?”

Ella was burning with fury.

“You said you would give Granny back to me if I brought Queeny out. Are you cheating me?”

Ramon squinted and smiled evilly.

“Yeah, I’m cheating you. So what?”

“You villain!”

Mad with anger, Ella raised her fist to hit him.

However, when she met his smiling yet wintry eyes, her fist froze in the air.

She thought of Granny, whose life was still at stake.

If the man had suffered the slightest injury, Granny could have lost her life.

Her hand went limp as if drained of strength.

She looked at him and said in a hoarse voice, “Ramon, I beg you. Let her go. She’s just an innocent

granny. Let her go, and I promise I’ll do anything you want, OK?”

She implored desperately.

But Ramon showed no mercy.

Still wearing a cold look, he gave a light smile. “Oh, how pitiful! But my dear Karida, what did I tell you?

I don’t like promises or pledges, because they’re all empty words.”

“One will do whatever I say as long as I have in my hands something he treasures, so what’s the need

to listen to those empty words?”

The pleading in Ella’s eyes gradually turned to hatred.

She relaxed her grip on him, straightened up and demanded grimly, “Will you let her go or not?”

Ramon raised his brows.

“Will you do the task or not?”

Ella pressed her lips tight without speaking.

Asher came up.

He bent and whispered to her, “Karida, I’ll tell you what. Our chief has a thousand ways to get what he

wants, while you have no choice but to do as he says if you want to save your granny. It’s our chief who

rules the game, so think twice before you do anything that you’ll regret later.”

He finished and straightened up.

Slowly, Karida balled her hands into fists.

She clenched the fists so tight that the nails almost sank into the palms, her face somber and stiff with

the sharp pain.

A long time later, she relented and sneered.

“OK, I’ll take the task.”

She paused for a second and added, “But you have to promise me this will be the last time. It’s true

that you’re ruling the game, and I can do nothing but play by your rules.”

“But don’t forget that a cornered dog will bite. I’ll make your life a misery if you ever drive me to

despair!”

A forbidding air emanated from her, which made the two men raise their brows in surprise.

“Interesting,” Ramon said.

He stood up, tidied his clothes, and cast a glance at Ella.

With a light smile, he said, “Let’s go.”

He led her upstairs.

Queeny was sitting in the room.

She gazed out of the window at the bare lawn. The lamp outside the villa threw its faint light upon the

bench underneath, giving an air of melancholy loneliness.

Queeny’s mind was in chaos.

The strange memories surging up enveloped her in panic and fear.

Although she had adamantly stated to Ramon that she would never acknowledge him as her brother, a

vague sense of misgiving was gnawing at her heart.

She had a persistent feeling that what had happened was just an illusion.

It was as if the woman sitting here had been someone else other than herself.

She felt like she was floating in air. It surprised her to notice her fingers placed on the windowsill

trembling slightly.

The fingers seemed to have their own will. She didn’t feel quite herself once she thought of those

scenes.

What on earth was the matter?

Her brows furrowed.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Queeny, have you slept?”

Queeny turned around.

She recognized the voice, which belonged to the man called Ramon, who had claimed to be her

brother.

Now that he had let her go, what was he doing here?

Frowning, she responded after hesitating for a second, “No.”

The door was pushed open, and Ramon stepped in with a girl.

At the sight of the dainty figure behind him, Queeny widened her eyes and lit up with delight.

“Ella!”

“Queeny!”

Ella rushed to her with surprise and elation.