You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After getting enough sleep, he went to his office at the charity commission.

It had become quite a habit of his to go to the office every day and have a good look at his "wealth".

Just a look at it was enough to make him feel energetic the whole day. Today, he entered the office as usual, closed the door and closed all the automatic curtains.

He made sure no one could ever see him from the outside.

He rubbed his hands and excitedly took down the oil painting on the wall.

When he looked at the safe behind the painting, he was almost drooling.

He skillfully pressed his fingerprint, entered the code, and with a click, he opened the safe.

He froze.

Unexpectedly, it was empty.

He thought perhaps he was just not completely awake yet, so he rubbed his eyes.

He looked again and still there was nothing.

about to explode

stainless steel, and the coldness constantly reminded

His mind went blank.

thing that came to his mind

he had a vault, other than himself,

trembled and shivered as he took his phone out of his pocket. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

called Otis's private

he just could not

held the phone tightly with both hands. That way, he could only barely control the fierce

a dozen

up the phone, and he sounded slightly impatient. "What's wrong?

Mr. Clark stammered, "Could you please

all?!" Otis asked irritably. "Oh, God!" Mr. Clark's eyes widened, and the beating of his heart had become so violent that he couldn't control it

wrong?" Otis noticed his unusual

money ... vault ... my money ...

a full sentence at all. His body kept shaking, and

even say it properly.” Otis seemed to be furious over the

slipped from his hand and fell to