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."

fist into

fragile sofa

burning with anger. "Mr. Robertson, your hand..." Eugene

came for him, but actually they came for me. How brave!" Otis was

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 them to know about what I did. Besides, no one even knows about it." Otis’ face was

just begun, so how could it possibly leak

I didn't tell

pale and he fell to his knees with

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 if Otis

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

I didn't say it was

from the ground and analyzed, "Mr. 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 dead, and it was perhaps a heart attack. That means Mr. Clark must not know about the leak of the

“Bullshit.” Otis looked impatient.