Kevin Cliff clutched the wallet tightly in his hand, stood up, and shot the man a glance with eyes as cold and sharp as a sword, before dropping a cruel line, "Dump him at the Funeral Home!"
Wester Welson nodded, waved someone to do it, then turned around to address a group of people who were beaten so badly they couldn't move anymore, "I don't care who instigated you to come here; I just want to warn you all, you were fired because you were incompetent at your jobs, and the severance has been paid to you as compensation according to the contract. If you really aren't afraid of death, feel free to continue making a scene, but I can't guarantee that my boss will be as 'merciful' as he was today next time."
Cough cough… Merciful doesn't seem quite right to describe the boss.
After speaking, he turned back and was surprised to find that Charlotte Green hadn't left yet. "Uh... Mrs., you didn't go back with the boss?"
"I... he..." Charlotte Green looked at the car that had already disappeared ahead, biting her lip, at a loss for words.
"The car has taken the boss back already; you can come with me then," Wester Welson immediately understood her hesitation.
He lived in the house to the left of Star Garden, the place meant for servants, bodyguards, and people like him.
Charlotte Green nodded and quietly followed behind him. Hearing pleas for mercy from behind her, she couldn't help but ask, "That man just now... are you going to kill him?"
The Funeral Home, dead people were supposed to be the only ones thrown in there, right? Just for stepping on a photograph, would they kill a person?
Wester Welson stopped in his tracks and looked at the girl who spoke with such a delicate and gentle voice. He had seen his fair share of beautiful women, but she was the most heart-stirringly beautiful he had ever seen, an indescribable beauty. Looking at her was like gazing at water that could cleanse the soul, or perhaps... she herself had the essence of water.
If indeed water, he hoped she could wash the blood coursing through the boss's heart.
"You will understand in time."
That's all he could say, and all he dared to say.
The people who worked under Kevin Cliff were efficient. They had just returned to Star Garden when an identical wallet was already delivered.
Wester Welson had her go upstairs and, by the way, hand the wallet to that man.
It seemed like a simple task, but for Charlotte Green, it was extremely difficult. A man who could obliterate a life with just three words, especially since his mood must be terrible right now, she wished she could avoid him as much as possible, and certainly didn't dare to deliver it herself.
She cautiously opened the bedroom door and found him in the bathroom showering; she breathed a sigh of relief, quickly entered the room, and started looking for his wallet.
Soon, she saw the scratched wallet on his nightstand. The wallet was open, displaying a photograph inside that had been wiped very clean, even shining.
She placed the new wallet down, turned to leave, but as she thought about how his wallet ended up like this, how the photograph was stepped on all because of saving her, she sighed softly and decided to help him transfer everything into the new wallet.
However, just as she picked up the wallet, intending to take out the photograph to put it into the new one, suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind. Her wrist was firmly grabbed, and before she could react, a strong force threw her harshly backward, and she tumbled to the ground.
Then, she saw the man wrapped only in a towel around his waist, cherishingly caressing the photograph as if afraid her touch alone could erase it.
Although cold and gloomy, he was tender as water towards a single photograph, irresistibly making one envious of that picture.
"Who gave you permission to touch my things?" Kevin Cliff closed the wallet, held it in his hand, and coldly looked down at the woman sitting on the ground.