The Press Conference (Part Four) In the Sullivan house.
Mary looked back at the man behind her, knocked on the door and reported respectfully to
Maria through the closed door. “Mrs. Sullivan, he’s here.” Suddenly, a languish voice came from inside,
“Let him in.” Mary gave a hint to the man behind him and whispered, “You can go in, but you should
know what to say and what not to say. It’s not easy for you to come back. If you don’t want to go back
there, you should keep your mouth shut.”
The man wore a peaked cap. After hearing what Mary said, he lowered his head slightly. The brim of the
hat just blocked his eyes, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking at the moment. Mary took a
look at him. She was about to say something, but she swallowed it after thinking for a while.
She frowned and urged the man, “Go in.” “……” The man didn’t say a word the whole time He held the
doorknob, pressed down, pushed the door open and walked in. Entering the room, he saw a screen.
Dozens of scarlet red roses were embroidered on the screen, and the gauze reflected the back of the
woman who was sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to the man. She was extremely
attractive even through the screen.
The man stood in front of the screen and said nothing. Maria lowered her head and painted her
fingernails. Through the mirror, she knew that the man had come in, but she didn’t speak slowly until she
finished painting her fingernails. “How was your trip?” “It was okay.” The man answered in a low voice.
“I heard that you had been suffering abroad in the past few years. I thought you wouldn’t come back after
receiving the news from me.” Maria put down the nail polish bottle, turned around and looked at the man
through the screen. The man was over 5.4 feet tall. Although there was a screen between them, one
could still tell that he was trained before. “Mrs. Sullivan, you saved my life. Of course I would come
back.” The man said in a low and hoarse voice.
With a smile, Maria picked up the remote control on the table and pressed the button. The screen
shrank, and she could see the man clearly. “Really? Don’t you hate me?”
“…… I don’t hate you, Mrs. Sullivan.” “Take off your hat and let me have a good look at you.”
The man hesitated for a moment, but quickly took off his hat, and his eyes were finally exposed. The
man’s eyes were covered with a thick gauze, and there was blood stains on the gauze. He looked
morbid. Seeing the wound at the corner of his eye, Maria’s eyes darkened and she walked closer to him.
“Does it hurt? ” She suddenly approached and reached out her hand before the man could react. Her
warm fingertips gently fell on the gauze. The man froze.
Maria raised her head and glanced at him. “Why are you so nervous? I’m asking you a
question.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” The man took a step back imperceptibly. Maria withdrew her hand and looked at the
other scar on his face. It had been there a long time ago. “Now that you’re back, just stay by my side
from now on.” Then Maria turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.
She leaned back and turned her head to look at the man. “I’ll call the doctor to check the scar at the
corner of your eye and remove it.” The man looked at Maria, a complicated expression flashing across
his deep eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. “Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan.”
“You’re welcome. I never keep anyone for nothing around me. Four years ago, you were not careful
enough that you were always found, which was why I asked you to flee abroad. Now four years have
passed. I hope you won’t let me down again.” “Don’t worry, Mrs. Sullivan I know what to do.”
Looking at the man up and down, Maria said, “It’s about time, go and prepare. This time… Do a good
time. Four years ago, you accidentally let him live, so you have to make up for the mistake you made.” “I
will, Mrs. Sullivan.” After saying that, the man turned around and left the room. The moment he left the
room, he looked down at the hat in his hand, and then put it on again, with a touch of cruelty in his eyes.
Mary came in with a bowl of porridge in her hand. “Mrs. Sullivan, the porridge is ready.” “Well, put it
there. I’ll drink it later.” “Mrs. Sullivan, the press conference is about to begin. Do you need a make-up
artist to do the makeup for you?” Maria stood up, walked to the dresser, opened a bottle of nail polish
remover and applied it on her new manicure without hesitation.
“Makeup? What do you think they would say if they saw a woman who just lost her son appearing
glamorously in front of the public?”. Mary immediately realized and said,
“Sorry, Mrs. Sullivan, I didn’t think it through.” “Find a plain dress for me. I don’t need to wear any
makeup. ” Looking at herself in the mirror, Maria continued, “Besides, whether the press conference can
be held on time or not is still unknown.” Hearing this, Mary looked at the back of Maria and couldn’t help
but feel curious. “Mrs.
conference? Why did you suddenly send someone to…” Mary suddenly stopped when she was about to
say the last two words, “kill him”.
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