President's Substitute Wife
Chapter 398 Who are you?

I saw the sender was a number I hadn't seen before. It seemed to be newly registered.

There was a compressed folder in the mail.

I want to unzip this folder with my mobile phone, but the folder was too large. I had to operate it on a computer.

My laptop was in Sean's house in York No.1.

When I cleaned Sherry's house, I saw a laptop in the study. It may have been used by Sherry before.

When I saw this folder, I had a premonition. I thought this email may help me!

I went upstairs with my cell phone.

I turned on Sherry's laptop.

This computer hadn't been turned on for years.

It took six minutes for the laptop to turn on. Antivirus software reminded me that the boot speed was too slow.

I was not surprised at all.

I put up with it and opened my email and downloaded it.

I opened this folder.

There were four files in it. Two were audio and two were video.

I turned on an audio first. Two people were talking.

A man said, "honey, how is my job title?"

Then there was a woman's voice, "my husband said your paper was too bad. If you can be promoted, all the doctors in the hospital can do it!"

"But other doctors can't satisfy you!"

"If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't speak for you!"

"Honey, do something about it."

I was a little confused, but I understood that they were cheating.

The content of the second voice was similar.

The first video was taken on a mobile phone. A man was using his tongue to please the woman who took the video.

Looking at the face in front of me, I could recall it.

Wesley!

But in terms of appearance, he looked older.

The two videos were similar.

Although the woman didn't show her face, I could tell from her voice that she was the woman who called.

When I read the four files, I couldn't relax.

Who was it?

Who was helping me?

How did he get these private files and phone recordings? If he hadn't been prepared, how could he have taken out these things all of a sudden? "Happy broken pupa, gorgeous new impulse..."

When I was wondering, my cell phone rang. Sean called me.

Did he give me these things?

I hesitated and answered the phone.

"Where are you?" I heard Sean's magnetic voice.

"I'm at Grandma's." I replied.

He was silent for a moment. "Aren't you going home?"

"I think I like living here."

I didn't know how to answer.

He didn't object and just asked me, "do you mind if I live with you? I didn't see you when I came back from work. I miss you very much."

Sean told me he missed me.

His words excited me.

I wanted to ask him if he prepared these videos and recordings, but I'd better ask him face to face.

I hesitated and said, "I will go home."

"I'll pick you up. Wait for me."

Sean hung up.

I downloaded the videos to the U disk and deleted the original files and emptied the recycle bin.

It was evening so Sean came here soon.

I followed Sean back to York No.1. I hesitated and didn't tell him about it.

But I asked him something else. It turned out Sean really didn't know about it.

Who sent me these things?

Soon I thought of someone.

Ming.

I realized it was no coincidence that I met him in the afternoon.

A lot of things happened before. I realized there were not so many coincidences in the world. All the coincidences may have been intentional.

I remembered what Ming said before I got on the taxi.

Was he really making up for me?

It had nothing to do with me, but I really needed these files now.

The next morning, Sean went to work. Before he left, he told me that he needed to go abroad on business for about a week.

I was going to go straight to Wesley.

But I thought about it and gave up.

I took the laptop back to Sherry's house. I found Wesley's email online and registered a new one.

I changed my IP address and sent him a video.

Then I waited a day.

I didn't get any response. I couldn't get this email back. It showed that he had seen it.

I was not sure if Wesley handled this email himself, but anyway, he had already seen it.

Since he didn't respond, I sent another phone recording.

This time, in less than an hour, I received a reply.

Wesley replied, "who are you?"

It was short, but I could feel Wesley panicking!

After all, if it were exposed, his future would be ruined. He was just a vice president now.

I didn't know what to reply and put the email on hold.

But soon Wesley emailed me again, "how much do you want?”

I fould this method had a good effect.

I replied, "I don't want money."

Within a minute, Wesley immediately replied, "what do you want?"

"I want you to testify for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's meet."

I sent him an address.

A lot of things had happened before, so I was alert. I made an appointment with him to meet at the busiest fast food restaurant in the city center.

The quiet cafe and the remote side only made me dangerous.

If he wanted to hurt me in the most lively place, he would certainly be afraid.

This time Wesley didn't reply to me for a long time. I didn't tell him when to meet. If he agreed, he would ask me.

I waited for hours. I thought Wesley gave up.

Then I really had no choice.

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After five o'clock in the afternoon, I finally received Wesley's email again.

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