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 were immediately broken by

with anger. "Mr. Robertson, your hand..." Eugene glanced at Otis's wrist, which

surface, they came for him, but actually

the military?" Eugene asked. “Impossible. 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 gloomy and his long

layout had only just begun, so how could

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

face turned pale and he fell to

and I will never betray Mr. Robertson!" He was scared half to death. Otis's methods, he knew them all too well, and if Otis wanted to get rid of him, Otis would definitely make his life

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

up. I didn't say it was

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 heart attack. That means Mr. Clark

“Bullshit.” Otis looked impatient.