The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 120 The value of the main wife continues to rise (2/5, please subscribe)

What's going on with Natasha Romanoff of S.H.I.E.L.D.?!

Upon hearing old Underwood's words, Locke paused in his hand as he reached for his wine glass, then withdrew it and looked back at old Underwood.

Old Underwood chuckled as he looked at Locke's expression. "Don't look at me like that. Do you remember what I said to you when you said you were going to New York City?"

"—There are no secrets in Washington?" Locke thought for a moment.

He recalled that night in New York City.

Locke remembered that old Underwood had said something like this.

"In Washington, D.C., no one can guarantee that their secrets will not be discovered."

"Yes, there are no secrets in Washington."

Old Underwood, legs crossed, leaned back in his chair, a wine glass in one hand: "You led the attack on Vampire Mansion, and the video is only of you. If you hadn't given it to her, Maria Hill wouldn't have been able to get the video that would give her leverage over Nick Fury. So, if you investigate, you'll be able to find out that Natasha Romanoff returned to the New York Sentinel Tower."

After saying that.

Old Underwood seemed quite pleased, looking at Locke with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

"Kid, you're really bad at keeping secrets."

"Heh."

Locke looked at old Underwood, who seemed pleased that he had been caught red-handed, and after a moment of silence, he chuckled.

He laughed, and old Underwood laughed even harder.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think it's possible?"

"What?"

Locke leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his hand, and looked at old Underwood, who was also smiling, with a smile. Then he said quietly, "That is, I never intended to hide it in the first place."

What's confidential?

Why hide it?

A gentleman is open and honest, while a petty person is secretive and scheming!

He, Locke, lived a life of integrity and uprightness.

The most important thing.

The value of a special privilege granted by the empress is truly remarkable.

The empress has spoken: as long as you don't bring them home, out of sight, out of mind.

So from that point on, Locke never considered hiding it again.

one more time.

The old saying, "Marry a virtuous wife," is very true.

Old Underwood stared intently at Locke's expression and tone of voice for three seconds before changing the subject.

"Since you're not afraid, then Stephanie—"

"impossible."

"—Aren't you afraid?"

"This is different."

"What's different?"

"I never go back to an old flame."

"What if I told you that Stephanie brought it up herself?"

Locke raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and looked at old Underwood.

Old Underwood looked into Locke's eyes and shrugged. "I wouldn't stoop so low as to lie to you about something like this."

Locke snapped back to reality.

He believed what old Underwood had said.

After all, this kind of thing is too easy to verify.

but...-.

Locke frowned, looking at old Underwood with some confusion: "Why?"

Old Underwood smiled.

"Maybe it's because you're handsome?"

"That's possible."

Locke was quite confident in his good looks.

Old Underwood glanced at the narcissistic Locke, his lips twitching. "Alright, I don't know the real reason either, but I'm sure it's not because you're handsome. In Washington, being handsome is the least useful thing."

Locke glanced at old Underwood.

"That's strange. There's something you can't figure out. Aren't you supposed to be the best at manipulating people?"

"I am, except for Gideon Malik."

......

Locke looked at old Underwood suspiciously: "Didn't you say that Stephanie told you about this?"

Old Underwood chuckled. "How could that be? Gideon Malik told me this when he came to see me. He said Stephanie doesn't mind you getting married. After all, you were the one who initiated the breakup, not her."

Locke did not speak.

Old Underwood then recounted what had happened three days earlier when Gideon Malik had asked him to play golf.

Initially, Gideon Malik did indeed act as Alexander Pierce's lobbyist, attempting to persuade Old Underwood to convince Locke to set aside personal grudges and prioritize the greater good in order to forgive Nick Fury.

But old Underwood flatly refused the offer.

Because no one understands the cost Locke has to pay for doing this better than old Underwood.

If Locke had turned against them, at the very least, his political career would have been over.

To put it more bluntly, Francis Underwood wouldn't need to have such great ambitions.

After all, his only son's political career was over, and even if he tried his best, once he died, no one would inherit any of his estate.

Therefore, old Underwood resolutely rejected Gideon Malik.

He originally thought Gideon Malik would be angry about this, but to his surprise, after Malik refused, he chuckled and started talking about Locke's private affairs.

Malik first congratulated Locke on his marriage, then sighed and said that Locke and Stephanie were such a good couple, and that Stephanie had been in a daze for several days after hearing the news of Locke's marriage.

Afterwards, Malik subtly mentioned the fine traditions of Washington politicians, and then said that marriage was not the goal, but merely a process; having a common bloodline was the true objective.

Finally, he hinted to old Underwood that if this matter could be brought to fruition, Malik would be the biggest financial backer in the future.

none of them.

After listening, Locke looked at old Underwood with a somber expression.

"So, you just sold me out like that."

"Yes."

Old Underwood, without flinching at Locke's gaze, said quite frankly, "You're not cheating on me, and you already have a third one, so I suppose you wouldn't mind having a fourth."

No, I mind.

Locke glanced at old Underwood but said nothing, then got up and walked straight toward the door.

Old Underwood watched this scene without saying a word to stop it.

In the living room.

Claire, Esme's mother, who was talking to her, looked at Locke coming down and said, "What were those two talking about up there, arguing so fiercely?"

Locke shrugged: "It's nothing, it's just that Old De has found a mistress and asked if I could meet this stepmother."

Claire's face darkened instantly.

"What?"

"That's what he said. Go see for yourself if you don't believe me—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Claire, her face dark, stood up abruptly and walked upstairs like a volcano about to erupt.

Locke turned to look at his mother, who had gone upstairs to cause trouble for old Underwood, chuckled, and sat down next to Esme.

Esme looked at Locke with a half-smile on her face.

Locke leaned back on the sofa, glanced at the luggage placed to the side, and then looked around.

"Where's Edward?"

"I'm gone."

Esme said, "He seemed to get restless and left while you were arguing upstairs."

Locke laughed heartily upon hearing this, then looked at Esme.

"Isn't it amazing?"

"It's much more exciting than what you told me."

"This is nothing."

Locke shook his head and smiled, put his arm around Esme, and then, listening to the conversation in the study, sighed: "There are many fascinating stories in this house; you'll find out as you stay longer."

Let me put it this way.

All the ridiculous and boring things that happen in the homes of other Washington politicians are also present in the Underwood family.

Only God knows how much Locke worried about this family when he was still in Washington, D.C.

Therefore, Locke always thought he was very kind.

If he weren't kind-hearted, hearing these shocking stories that would shatter one's moral compass would probably have already led him to act recklessly and with a distorted worldview.

But he didn't give up; instead, he took it seriously.

Finally, he realized that his efforts were futile, so he simply decided to avoid seeing or hearing about it and went to New York City.

But now he discovers—

It seems that after he went to New York City to quit his job, another problem arose at home.

Hey!

Esme, who was leaning against Locke, heard the inexplicable sigh, looked up at Locke, and blinked.

What she really wanted to say was that she already knew the moment she walked in.

It has to be said, it was truly spectacular.

But she didn't say.

Esme asked curiously, "What were you arguing about upstairs just now? Was it because of me?"

Locke looked down at his wife in his arms, who had wide eyes, soft blonde hair, and appeared weak and helpless, even somewhat unable to take care of herself. He smiled and nodded.

I guess so.

"What is it? Can you tell me? If you can't, then—"

"Old De is planning to find me a mistress."

Esme froze, then got up from Locke's embrace, staring at Locke without blinking.

Locke clearly saw the wrong expression on Esme's face.

But he was certain that Esme's momentary daze was not because of the fact that Old De had found him a mistress.

Rather, it's because...

"Aren't you curious why I'm telling you?"

"..·Um."

Faced with Locke's preemptive strike, Esme nodded while observing Locke's expression.

"You didn't have to tell me."

"Yes, but you are my wife."

Locke smiled and pulled Esme into his arms again. Then, he lowered his head, gently inhaling the fragrance of Esme's hair, and said in a very firm tone, "You are the wife I willingly married. How could I possibly hide this from you?"

This is the truth.

Although old Underwood tried to get him to marry a black slave.

But it was just an attempt.

Locke married Esme for no other reason than love.

Love rises with the wind.

He still remembered that day when he was walking back to the apartment with Esme. A breeze blew by, and he looked up at the moon. Then he saw Esme, who had a beautiful smile, and his heart fluttered.

So he proposed and they got married.

I married because I loved you!

Esme was touched by what he heard.

She nestled in Locke's arms, looked up at him, and asked curiously, "So what did you answer?"

Locke smiled.

"I never go back to an old flame."

Why not?

"Because—wait, what did you say?"