You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Command Room.

Otis sits on the couch, his legs hanging off the coffee table, his cigar in his hand.

The scarlet flame jumped between his fingers, and he did not smoke it, letting the cigar keep burning. He looked so gloomy that no one knew what he was really thinking.

Eugene stood by with trepidation, not daring to breathe.

Until the cigar burned all the way to Otis's fingers, he felt the burn, shook violently, and threw the butt on the floor. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Eugene hurriedly bent down, picked up the cigarette butt on the ground and inserted them into the ashtray.

The ashtray, long ago, was filled with cigarette butts.

no expected panic, Otis instead took out another cigar, holding it to his lips, the

the window, the

it was as if everything was back to normal. "Eugene , how long have you been with me?" Otis asked suddenly. Eugene's

well." Otis laughed coldly, "What kind

secret hospital there would be a strong attack, but they not expect to be Frank escaped

wise." Eugene replied speculatively, flatteringly, "You think far ahead and never do anything

saying that, Eugene already felt

thoughtful.” Otis

of the failure of this strong attack?" Otis finally asked to the

a thud, "Mr. Robertson, we really did our best this time. I guess, perhaps, Cecelia

to the tip-offs given from the front, the person assisting from the outside is most likely Chris , a distant relative of Cecelia, the commander-in-chief of the Alvonia

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