Chapter 29 Shoot or Not?

The door closed, click.
The sound of motor engine was further and further.
The man who was asleep opened his eyes suddenly.
In his narrowed eyes, there was no trace of being drunk, but only ruthless and murder instead.
She, at the end, stole the deed of the dock and betrayed him.
he should have known it earlier.
But mockingly, he believed her till the last minute that she would only serve himself only.
Clash!
He lifted his hand to brush the blue and white porcelain on the bedside to the floor, broken into pieces.
And at the same time including the mobile phone which was flashing at that time some incoming call.
He picked up angrily and answered, careless of the broken porcelain cut his hand.
A shivering voice was at the other end.
"Sir, as you said, Sandra showed up in our monitor within the range. Should we shoot her?"
Shoot or not?
Shoot...
A dead silence in the room
He gritted his teeth. At that moment he was the god who controlled her fate.
If he gave the order, then Sandra would disappear from this world.
But another voice shouted loud in his head.
To kill her is to keep her as his forever, so that she would never be able to betray him.
The clock on the wall made loud noise, chirping...
The anxious voice on the other side waiting.
"Sir, the target car was almost out of the range. Should we shoot or not?"
"Fuck off!"
He roared and then hung up.
That night, a total darkness in the room.
A sparkle of the cigarette light was shining in the room to fill the room with cigarette odor.
The phone at the bedside illuminated.
"Sir, er... Sandra didn't go farther and then returned. According to the time, she didn't make to the Wilsons."
...
Sandra opened the bedroom door and cough immediately due the cigarette smell in the room. She thought it was on fire.
She probed to switch on the light and got shocked by the view.
Pieces of porcelain and cigarettes buds were all over the floor.
Some ashes on the bed, and the last one between his fingers was dimming.
How many did he smoke?
She frowned her forehead and noticed he was gazing at her, sharply, as X-ray to penetrate her through.
"Where did you go?"
"...... "
She was shivering at the back and panicked suddenly.
What did he know?
She pretended nothing happened but showed him the milk she bought at the grocery store on the way.
"I, I was concerned that you drank too much, which would damage your stomach, so that I went to buy you some milk."
"Really."
Clinton put off the cigarette and approached her to the corner.
His eyes were lingering on her to her face.
"I should be appreciated?"
At that moment, she was like a frog being noticed by a snake, sweating.
"It was what ... I should do."
She faced his eyes, biting the bullet.
Drove away more than 10 kilometers, she realized that she couldn't betray him.
No matter what the Greens did to her, she couldn't betray the child whom she met first when she came to that family.
Clinton used his long fingers to slide through the middle of her eyebrows, nose and then arms to her sweating hands to get hold of the glass of the milk.
He was gazing at her.
The woman's eyes were clean, who had no idea she was between the life and death just now.
He curled up his lips ambiguously, took over the milk and took a sip.
"Where is Charlize?"
He changed the topic so fast that Sandra had no time to get out of the tension yet, she answered subconsciously.
"She's in the suburb house in ..."
As soon as the words were uttered, she lost her last card, which she regretted immediately.
She tried to read his face, but he didn't care at all and even curled up his lips.
"I know, go to sleep."
Afterwards, it seemed that nothing happened. He held her waist walking to the bed.