You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The charity commission.

Mr. Clark's office.

Otis, wearing a black suit, sat on the solid wood carved sofa in the office with a stony face. He did not want to be overly conspicuous, so he did not wear a military uniform today.

Eugene stood next to him cautiously, watching Otis's face from time to time and trembling.

Otis stared coldly at the painting in front of him, and the open safe behind the painting.

He knew Mr. Clark hid the cash and gold bars in the safe.

He also knew the password, and his fingerprints were recorded, so he could open the safe at any time.

In the safe, more than half of the money was his.

"Damn."

slammed his fist into

wooden bars of the fragile sofa were immediately broken

back of his hand was bruised, and his face was burning with anger. "Mr.

came for him, but actually

I've been doing everything beyond their reach, and it's impossible for them to know about what I did. Besides, no one even knows about it." Otis’ face was

had only just begun, so

I didn't tell anyone. Unless ..." Otis glanced

pale and he fell to

not leak anything. My life belongs to Mr. Robertson, and I will never betray Mr. Robertson!" He was scared half to death. Otis's methods, he knew them all too well, and

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dismissively, "Get up. I didn't say it was

Robertson, no one else knows about this. If Mr. Clark had not died, it could be that Mr. Clark might want to swallow the huge sum of money himself. But now Mr. Clark is

“Bullshit.” Otis looked impatient.