Chapter 75: Tearing When we arrived at the destination, Johnny had already fallen asleep...

When they arrived at their destination, Johnny had already fallen asleep, so Mary had to carefully carry him out of the carriage.

Perhaps because he felt warm next to Mary, the boy hummed softly in his sleep like a small animal and buried his head in her arms.

Taking the key from his coat pocket, Mary opened the door with one hand, holding her breath in advance.

The interior wasn't as dusty as she'd imagined; instead, it was clean, tidy, and fully furnished. This was a spacious, move-in ready house, and Mary, feeling nervous, breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was not a completely empty house with no decoration. Otherwise, even if Mary had money, she would not be able to buy him a quilt legally during the holidays when all shops were closed. She would have to steal it from the mall.

Although this isn't her first time stealing, it could very well get Johnny in trouble.

Mary's expression faded as she thought of the days when she had struggled through life entirely on her own, dressed in Indian clothes. She laid Johnny on the bed, gently touched his cheek, and turned off the light.

Johnny heard the footsteps walking away in a daze. He wanted to hold the other person back, but the alcohol dragged him into a deeper dream the next second.

There was no father, no brother, no white mouse in the dream. All that remained were a pair of sparkling eyes, in which were reflected the stars on the cheap candy wrappers.

At this moment, the midnight bell has rung, and the lights on the streets have fallen into a deep sleep, leaving only a series of footprints moving forward.

Mary's nose was filled with cold air, which reminded her of herself when she came from Arizona. At that time, she had no place to go and was also walking in the silent night.

But unlike herself at that time, she began to slowly figure out herself.

She began to know what she liked and what she hated.

Mary exhaled a breath of white air and looked at the old poster on the wall. The poster showed Fanny Valentine younger than he is now. The picture captured him at that moment of high spirits, his desire for victory almost bursting through the thin paper, telling everyone that he was the ultimate winner.

Mary casually rolled up the snow on the ground and threw it on the poster. The stains and dust on it melted and flowed down along the wall.

Maybe... she's not that clear yet...

The footprints on the ground were just covered by the snow, but new holes were soon created.

After all...if you count carefully, they have known each other for almost six years.

Mary started running again. She imagined herself as a gust of wind, blowing through the wilderness full of buildings as the morning was approaching, to awaken the wild flowers sleeping underground by the roadside.

People often cannot be described as good or bad, and Mary often cannot correctly judge the relationship between herself and Fani.

Is it annoying?

She thought of Fani Valentine's often utterly cold judgments, like a monster devoid of humanity. Reason and self-interest reign supreme in his dealings with everything, and a glance could draw anyone into the game. He sat on a high platform, looking down at the pieces on the board, piling up victory with human lives.

Following him, she always faced high-pressure and intense work. Whenever Mary thought a task had challenged her limits, a more complex task would appear.

He made her tired, he made her irritable, he made her furious.

Do you like it?

Mary thought of how Fani's eyes always sparkled with a smile whenever he saw her. His eyes were like the sea appearing near sunset, gentle and tolerant.

He liked to talk to her and talk about many things, and he never got angry even if Mary ignored him.

Although he was the most cunning fox, he did keep his promise.

The Indians in Arizona were no longer disturbed by foreign enemies. They lived and multiplied peacefully in the heart of the desert, leading a life at peace with the world.

When Mary was irritated by Fani, he would buy her beautiful clothes and expensive jewelry, just because the jewelry reminded him of her eyes.

Even if you don't want to admit it, you have to admit it.

Mary was jealous and envious of Fanny Valentine because he always knew what he wanted and fulfilled all his wishes perfectly. Every bone and every hair of his was born for himself, and he devoted everything to himself without any regrets.

He dares to abandon, dares to pursue, and even does not hesitate to use himself as long as he can achieve his goal.

He believed in himself so much, even to the point of being conceited.

But Mary didn't even know what she wanted.

Snowflakes fell on Mary's head and she clenched her palms.

Why did she always live for others? Why couldn't she even understand herself?

If she has memory, would she be shocked and surprised to see her like this?

Even now, she wasn't sure if her desire to leave Fani Valentine was her own, or if she had found a new anchor. She herself didn't believe she was giving up Fani because she had Johnny, or if she was targeting Johnny to get rid of Fani.

She ran faster and faster, almost like a water bird gliding across the lake. The sky brightened completely, a beautiful baby blue appeared on the horizon, reminding Mary of Johnny's eyes again.

It was almost noon when she finally saw the familiar buildings.

The guard at the door saw her and immediately let her in respectfully. She walked in slowly, panting heavily, each step expressing her determination to persevere.

She had to leave here no matter what.

Perhaps she had some complicated feelings towards Valentine personally, but she certainly didn't want to stay in this class-based place anymore. This was her own will.

But before that, she had to pack her bags. Not only did she want to take the jewelry and use it as her own vault, but more importantly, Mary had to figure out how to communicate with Fani so as not to lose out.

If I rashly go to Fani Valentine, I will definitely be confused by his series of retention tactics and deviate from my original intention.

After all...he is not only an outstanding politician in many cases, but also a master at playing the victim.

It was not known whether it was a coincidence or intentional, but as soon as Mary stepped onto the stairs, she ran into Blackmoa coming down the stairs.

The other party was a little surprised to see her: "You...you are back?"

"Um"

"Since you are back, please... go meet the president... He has something to talk to you about." Blackmoa spoke in his usual gentle tone, but this time he did not wait for Mary's action, but her question in return.

"Do you know what it is?"

Blackmoya looked at Mary. This was the first time she had disobeyed an order. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

"There's nothing urgent today... but I think... the president wants to see you... so he asked me to go find you. Now that you're back... you should go see him and reassure the president."

"Since it's not an urgent matter, please ask him to wait. I'll go find him after I take care of some things." After Mary said that, she went upstairs without noticing Blackmoya's complicated gaze.

The President... guessed wrong...

Blackmoa sighed, moved up the stairs like a ghost, and walked towards the president's office.

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Mary was looking at the clothes in her closet at the moment. Most of them were delicate and soft, and they were obviously the favorite styles of rich ladies nowadays.

Unfortunately, these clothes were very sensitive to dirt and affected her mobility, so Mary had no choice but to put them away. Now... they have a chance to see the light of day again, instead of being slowly eaten away by insects.

Eliminating the white dress, Mary picked out two durable gray clothes and stuffed them into her pockets, then turned to the table to look at the jewelry that Fanny Valentine had given her.

Pink diamond necklace...so extravagant

Pearl bracelets... I always feel like they're a little inconvenient to wear...

Mary didn't really want the hair accessories she was wearing because they would easily get tangled in her hair and would be painful to remove.

What should I do...

The sound of the door suddenly opening startled Mary. She subconsciously took an attacking stance and looked back, only to see the president standing at the door against the light, blocking all light sources.

She couldn't see his expression, but she instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Why are you here so suddenly, Fanny?" Mary stood up, sounding rather uncomfortable.

Although Fani said that these things belonged to Mary, but... thinking that she was leaving and had to cut off ties with the other party, the things in her hands began to feel hot.

She calmly placed the pearl necklace back on the table. Just as she was about to say something, the other person spoke first, "So... you're leaving?"

There was no expression on his face, but it was more terrifying than if he had one.

The radar in her mind began to sound a warning, but Mary chose not to back down. "Yes, our original agreement was that I would work for you for five years in exchange for you taking Arizona under my name. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, I can naturally leave." She hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Regarding your proposal... I..."

I'm sorry, but I really can't trust you. You're someone who would abandon everyone just to keep your position.

Mary didn't say these words out loud. She looked at Fanny Valentine in surprise as he walked towards her. The other party was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged.

This was the first time she had seen Fanny Valentine angry.

He had clearly told Mary never to get angry in front of others, because others would immediately see the depth of your abilities and could also detect your weaknesses.

But now, this politician who had fought his way to the top of the political ladder was so angry in front of her that his fingertips were trembling. In contrast, his tone was so gentle that it was creepy.

"Do you really think you can survive in this country without me?" He let out a strange laugh, as if his vocal tract was glued shut and the air was forced through the obstruction. "You have no upbringing, no formal education, and you don't even have a family."

With a strong malice that was almost tangible, Fanny Valentine made a lightning-fast move and clamped Mary's pale face. "What do you have? You have nothing. You are worse than a beggar on the street. Who else but me would give you such a high salary and agree to your ridiculous and naive request?"

"You think you'll end up well if you leave me? You're just a sharp knife that can destroy everything. People will either get hurt by you or use you."

"I'M NOT A KNIFE!!!!"

Even Mary was surprised at how she could make such a sharp and piercing sound.

Grabbing the man's shirt with one hand, Mary yanked him down, forcing him to lower his proud head. "Look at me clearly, you old, blind bastard!" Mary was so excited that she was almost incoherent. Her voice was fast and crisp: "I am a flesh-and-blood person just like you!!"

"You're the one who's so evil!!" The woman's voice filled the entire room, even a little shrill. "You're so greedy, Fanny Valentine! You're someone who has everything, yet you still want to plunder someone like me who has nothing! I'm telling you, I've had enough!!"

"Why..." Fani's voice was filled with anger.

"Why?" Mary's voice was full of resentment.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder. The room without the curtains drawn was so dark and closed, and the temperature was rising continuously.

They both stared at each other, flames burning in their eyes, and their warm breath sprayed on each other's faces, lingering like glue.

No one knew who was holding who, or who was pulling who, but their lips collided fiercely, and their canine teeth scratched their soft lips.

The scarlet blood burned her whole body and made her feel numb. Mary felt Fanny Valentine biting her lower lip as if to vent his anger, deliberately widening the wound. He licked the blood that flowed out without any method, leaving a wet mark.

"You stupid, ungrateful thing." Lips against lips, Fani Valentine said these words in a vague voice.

What greeted him was a merciless slap in the face from Mary.

"You talk as if you've paid a huge price!" The angrier Mary became, the clearer her thoughts became. "I've solved so many difficult problems for you, both openly and covertly. If it weren't for me, I don't think your position as president would be as secure as it is now!"

Although the wound on her lip began to heal, the blood flow did not slow down. Her blood mixed with Fani's blood, slid from the corner of her lips to her chin, and was roughly wiped away by Mary.

Fani slowly and methodically wiped the red from her lips, as gracefully as if she were wiping off smudged lip balm. "Since we both have an unresolved debt, why did you choose to leave? I have no idea what you're thinking."

"I don't understand what you're thinking either," Mary whispered, "or rather, no one can truly understand you."

"Then you can get to know me well today." The anger on Fanny Valentine's face dissipated, leaving behind a strange smile: "If you leave me today, I will go to war with the Indians."

Seeing Mary's eyes widen instantly, Fanny Valentine chose to add fuel to the fire: "I will kill them all, leaving no one alive."

What is your choice?

My dear Mary?