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."

into the back

thin wooden bars of the fragile

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

actually

and moving 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

layout had only just begun, so how could it possibly leak out

who knew about the funds. I didn't tell anyone. Unless ..." Otis

face turned pale and he fell to his

was scared half to death. Otis's methods, he knew them all too well, and

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up. I didn't

dare. There had to be someone else. Eugene got up 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

“Bullshit.” Otis looked impatient.