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The next second, the crazed Kenson was on him, wildly swinging the cleaver.
Levias sat in his car. He heard the sirens and said to the driver, “Drive.”
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I felt little when I learned that Emanuelle Hill and Old man Lowell had killed each other over six hundred thousand yuan, and that Kenson Lowell
had been taken away by the police. They died because of their own greed. They had no one to blame but themselves.
I went to Levias’s company to have lunch with him. When I walked into his office, he gestured to me that he was on a video call with his colleagues
in the States.
I crawled under the spacious desk.
Levias, who had been speaking, suddenly paused.
“Boss, is there a problem?”
Levias’s lips curled into a smile. “No problem. Continue.”
My B
The video call ended.
pouted. “Next time, you have to serve me like that.”
“I’d be happy to.”
My face turned bright red. I was openly brazen; he was secretly so.
We were about to go to lunch when Levias took a call. “Sorry,” he said to me. “There’s a situation in Hong Kong. I have to fly over immediately to
handle it.”
“Go on. Work hard and earn money to support me.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Mm. Your spending power is my motivation to earn.”
That was what I liked most about him. He never complained about how much I spent; he just earned more.
In the afternoon, a client scheduled a meeting. I walked into the conference room and saw Carter Hayes.
My face immediately went cold. I turned to leave.
Suddenly, a video started playing on the projector screen.
The boy in the video… was an eighteen–year–old Levias Thorne.
He was tall then, but very thin, the kind of boy who was clearly a good, obedient student. Carter and his gang of rich kids were bullying him. They cut his hair, stuffed it into a glass of water, and forced him to drink it. They made him take off his shirt and shot him with a toy gun, the steel pellets leaving bruises all over his body.
Carter laughed arrogantly. “Hey, genius, look at the camera. Next shot, I wonder if I can hit your eye?”
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, my heart twisting in pain. These animals…
The boy, Levias, looked up. He was looking at the camera, but it felt like we were looking at each other across time. His eyes were brave and unyi- elding, shining like stars.
Carter sat in the executive chair, his tone boastful. “No matter how we tortured him, he wasn’t scared at all. It was so annoying. So, I had to go after the person he cared about most.”
Carter played another video.
The person in this one was Levias’s grandfather,
Every year, I would go with Levias to visit his grandfather’s grave.
avas and his grandfather had only each other His grandfather supported him by collecting and selling scran
