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."

his fist into the back

thin wooden bars of the fragile sofa

and his face was burning with anger. "Mr.

the surface, they came for him, but actually

around a lot. Will this cause suspicion within the military?" Eugene asked. “Impossible. I've been doing everything beyond their reach, and it's impossible for

had only just begun, so how could

one who knew about the funds. I didn't tell anyone. Unless ..." Otis glanced coldly at

he fell

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 if

was a master of torturing, and at that time, a bullet would be a great gift. Sᴇaʀᴄh

"Get up. I

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 dead, and it was perhaps a

“Bullshit.” Otis looked impatient.