chapter 66

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"Let's say, I watched you climbing the wall and there was one other girl too, I don't know, but I guessed she is maybe an enemy and she was chasing you and then caught up with you and shot you. That was what I thought. But I figured out many other possibilities on my own. I will give details some other time, just rest now, you need it," he said and stood up.
"Thanks for everything. I owe you my life" she said and squeezed his hand.
"Don't mention, you need rest. I will go hunt for dinner," he stretched himself and left.
Sophia's eyes didn't fail to notice his height, the movement of his veins and muscles, and how wonderfully built the man is. As young and good looking as Justin.
That's it! Just the thought of him and her heart is fluttering? What has gotten into her? He was in her dreams when she was unconscious and kept telling her to stay with him. How dare her try to compare him to this amazing man?
She did a little survey in the single room that served as her hospital. There is a sleeping bag, a traveling bag full to the brim that the zipper looked like it really suffered the owner to close it.
The walls was nothing to write home about, the painting is peeling off, the four corners are as cracked as her life and the floor is so dirty. The young man��West, he didn't bother to remove the cobwebs falling from the ceiling.
The door hung loosely as if waiting for the slightest touch to fall down. The room looked big enough to contain two Queen sized beds and a couch.
The place that served as the hospital bed was a pavement, the guy just spread a bedsheet, and there was the pillow. He must be on his way somewhere and got distracted by her.
"Probably a deserted temple," she mumbled. She stood up and went to look outside, she was almost blinded by sunlight directly glaring at the frontage.
There she saw a river peacefully flowing West. It was really peaceful in that place at that moment. She sat down on the floor and watched the river as if it was a television for minutes before she finally got tired and went to lie down.
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"He is my best asset for now, when I am done with him, I needn't tell you what to do," Mr Smith said to his right hand man, Flying Dragon.
"Leave that to me, sir," he bowed and they went into the car, Fred was already seated inside the car waiting for them, Lee guarded him and Mr Smith's driver seated at the driver's seat.
Fred knew what he just got himself into, a very hot soup. He is playing with fire, and still determined not to let the fire burn him to ashes.
This man thinks he is smart, he will show him that his years as an investigator has taught him a lot, and he didn't waste six years in college for nothing.
"You don't trust me enough to hand over my phone to me and yet, you accepted to make a deal with me," he said and met the man's gaze immediately he came into the car.
"Are you about to trick me? Don't even think about doing something stupid, unless you want to be with the gods soon," Mr Smith threatened.
"I know better than to act funny. And stop panicking about that, I love my family and I don't want to drag anyone else into this," Fred said earnestly.
"You don't even have a chance, I'm giving you this phone so you can call those attorneys you sent those documents for them to delete them and never mention a word of it to other ears," Mr Smith said and gave him the phone.
"I will send them general text messages to save us time" Fred said, and hurriedly typed a message to his friend with stenography and hoped the man doesn't understand it.
Well, he obviously doesn't and he thanked his stars for the period of time he spent learning the shorthand method of writing with his friend and practicing it even though it is no longer a marketable skill.
"Strange write up. I repeat, you won't get a chance even if you want to escape. Rewrite those words in English let me see and watch you share it, now!" Mr Smith said suspiciously.
"Alright! You don't trust me at all! What is the essence of sparing me to make this deal? Let's just get this over with and end anything between us!" Fred shook his head.
"Write the text in English, I'm waiting" Mr Smith repeated.
"That is good to make an anthem for your organization. I need treatment for all these bruises your men inflicted on me. Is that also too much?" Fred wanted to buy time. He hopes Tony, his best friend, sees the text and helps him out
He does not trust whatever this man is saying about setting him free after he returns all the evidences to him. He would rather dine with his enemy than trust his shadow, talk more of a bigger enemy? Not advisable.
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Tyler pulled over and helped Molly come down from the car. He took her hand and led her to the river.
"So peaceful here," she said and smiled at him, he knows exactly what she needs for the mood she is in.
"Yes, that is true. Look at that house over there, that is where I go whenever I feel lonely. You won't believe it Molly, but I have to tell you about it anyway," He said, pointing at the wrecked house far beside the river bank.
"Tell me, what is life like to be a heir?" Molly demanded.
"That is what I was about telling you. I envy you, Molly. Life is hell being told what to do, how to live yourself, what steps to take, people making decisions for you and your every movement being monitored��" he trailed off sadly.