Chapter 424 Sentencing and Misunderstandings
Chapter 424 Sentencing and Misunderstandings
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Lewis nearly nodded on instinct–but something in Victor’s tone stopped him cold. He shook his head frantically. “Nope, I’m not curious. Not even a little. Absolutely not.”
Oh god, had he said something wrong again?
Why <i>did </i><i>Victor’s </i><i>voice </i><i>sound </i><i>even </i><i>more </i><i>dangerous </i>than <i>before</i><i>? </i>
<i>Forget </i><i>it</i><i>. </i>He <b>was </b>swearing off talking altogether. This mouth of his was going to get him <i>killed</i>.
“I swear I wasn’t curious about <i>you</i>, Victor. I was curious if <i>I </i>was any good.”
He needed to leave. Immediately.
“I just remembered–I didn’t get all the answers from that guyst night. I should go question him again.”
And without waiting for a reply, Ss bolted.
He vowed: from now on, if Lewis was in the same room as the boss, he was staying <i>far </i>away. This was a high–risk zone. One
wrong
word and boom–coteral damage.
Victor turned his eyes on Lewis.
Lewis blinked. “Want me to help Ss? I could go interrogate too?”
He was desperate to escape.
The air pressure alone was enough to make his heart flutter like a dying bird.
Victor calmly lit a cigarette. “What’s your rtionship with Eddie?”
“Uh… no rtionship at all?” Lewis blinked. “We’re not close.”
What kind of question was this? He and Eddie had practically nothing inmon.
Victor said coolly, “I think you two should be brothers.”
“…We’re not brothers<b>.” </b>
“You could be.”
Lewis’s brain short–circuited.
<i>Could </i><i>be</i><i>?</i><i>What </i>did <i>that </i><i>even </i><i>mean</i>?
<i>Brothers </i><i>either </i><i>were </i>or <i>weren’t</i>–what <i>was </i><i>this </i><i>middle</i><i>–</i><i>ground </i><i>ambiguity</i><i>? </i>
Victor exined, “Eddie’s going to the Mambia Desert in a few days. You’ll go with him. Keep himpany. You two will get along great.”
And just like that, Lewis’s world copsed.
He’d just beenining to Ss about how brutal that desert was–and now? Now Victor was sending him?
Ss had predicted this. And he hadn’t said a word!
“B–Brothers, sure–but I don’t want to go to Mambia Desert,” Lewis blurted, without thinking.
He didn’t even register the double meaning in his words.
He thought Victor was just suggesting a bond–not a punishment.
Victor’s stare sharpened.
Silence fell.
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Lewis chuckled nervously. “Victor?”
Victor exhaled a plume of smoke. “Why did I even keep you around again?”
Why had he let this idiot stay by his side?
Lewis blinked. “Uh… firing squad?”
Victor nodded. “Right. That’s it.”
Yeah–there had to have been <i>some </i>redeeming quality. Otherwise, there was no way he’d have tolerated such a fool.
Upstairs, Tessa stirred and rolled over–right off the bed.
<i>Thud</i><i>! </i>She hit the floor hard, the impact rattling her brain.
She was always a wild sleeper.
At home, the house staff had a daily task: clean and reconstruct her bed.
Because no matter how pristine it was when shey down, by morning the sheets would be in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Bleary–eyed, she looked around.
A <i>strange </i><i>room</i><i>? </i>
<i>Where</i>…?
<i>Oh</i>. <i>Right</i>. She remembered now.
“Eh?”
<i>Where </i>was <i>the </i><i>patient</i><i>? </i>
He had a raging feverst night–where’d he disappear to?
She panicked.
Grabbing her phone, she checked the time. Past 9 a.m. already.
“Ahh, sote?”
Victor had mentioned porridgest night… and she was supposed to cook. But at this hour, did breakfast even count anymore?
Still yawning, Tessa padded downstairs.
Victor was in the living room, smoking.
He nced over at her just as she tried to tame her already disastrous hair–only to make it look even more like a bird’s nest.
“You’re up?”
She looked toward him at the sound of his voice.
But the moment her eyesnded on Victor, memories of the night before flooded back.
Her gaze… instinctively drifted downward.
Ste’s words echoed in her head–and maybe they were right.
She’d wiped down his body for agesst night, and not <i>one </i>hint of a reaction.
Victor noticed her stare.
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His expression darkened.
<b>“</b>What are you looking at?”
The question snapped her back to reality.
She jolted upright, frantically shaking her head. “Nothing! Not looking at anything!”
Her lips said no, but her mind…
<i>What </i>a <i>waste</i>. That <i>body</i><i>. </i><i>That </i><i>face</i>. And <i>yet</i>… <i>nothing </i>works.
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