Lily behaved like Alberto's fan. In the beginning of the conversation, her words were full of admiration and respect for Alberto.
They chatted deeply.
She began to complain to him.
"The topic of this research is very difficult. It requires me to personally go to the countryside to conduct research on the development of agricultural products."
Alberto coaxed her and told her not to worry.
I tried to control my emotions.
Two years ago, he suddenly told me that the company wanted to add a sales channel for agricultural products and asked me to go to the countryside to do research.
I endured the scorching sun and mosquito bite. As a result, the research I worked so hard on was nothing more than a means for him to please Lily.
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After that.
Lily complained that the dormitory environment was bad and the water and air conditioning were often cut off, so Alberto rented an apartment for her outside the school.
And after she lived there for less than half a year.
She said that the apartment was unsafe and that she had been followed by strange men several times.
Alberto listened to her and bought a villa in Garden One.
He bought that villa, and I thought he rented it.
I never asked him about whether he bought a house or a car.
This reminded me.
I should go check how much real estate he had outside that I didn't know about.
And then recently,
Lily would send photos of herself wearing various styles of sexy lingerie, with words like "Honey, I miss you so much" attached.
Every time period matched the day Alberto told me he was going on a business trip.
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It took me two full hours to copy all the chat records, send them to my phone, and delete the sending records.
After organizing them into the USB drive, I deleted the records on my phone.
Pretending nothing happened.
I put Alberto's phone back to its original place.
Early the next morning.
As usual, I got up early and helped him prepare the suit he would wear, and then matched his tie and watch.
When he got up, I tied his tie for him myself and sent him the door.
Before leaving, Alberto kissed me on the cheek affectionately.
"Dirty lips," I thought.
After watching him leave, I washed my face five times before I gave up.
Last night, I secretly wrote down Lily's WhatsApp ID.
And I took the time to register a new account.
I changed its name to "Personal Customization of Love Products".