Ten million, cash.
855 Words
Tom Robert was looking at the large, collaged picture hanging on the wall, his slanted face clearly showing a cold expression. However, at this moment, his eyes were very calm, as if he was immersed in the afterlife. When he noticed them entering, he did not turn around.
"Boss." The butler bowed slightly and spoke softly.
Tom Robert hummed faintly, still looking ahead. “Choosing so many photos, I'm still not satisfied. You see, Will isn't that bad."
"Not really." The butler said, “This picture does not have the spirit of the master. If the master stood next to the master, he would definitely smile beautifully. He likes to wait for the boss.”
Tom Robert was a little stunned and asked softly, "So will he come back today?"
"He'll be back." The butler's voice was hoarse, "This is the day he's been waiting for."
Tom Robert looked at the picture silently, after being silent for a long time, then hummed.
The manager dared to glance, only to see a picture of the two of them together on the wall. One of them is Tom Robert, the other has a very beautiful face, pink lips and white teeth and is Mr Robert's only son, Will Robert. He had only seen Will Robert a few times before. This owner is not only beautiful but also treats people very well. Unfortunately, when he died at a young age, it made people sob.
Tom Robert said a few words to the butler and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
"There was a person who infiltrated. I don't know where I went, I don't know if it was for the boss or for the other guests."
Tom Robert's eyes stopped, finally turning his gaze to them. "What gender?"
The butler shook his head, “That person hides the scent of the lure, we don't know what he looks like now. Everything is normal now, our people are still searching, temporarily haven't met anyone with a strong perfume smell." After saying that, he motioned to the manager to open the big bag, pick up the wig, black dress and mask. Tom Robert glanced briefly, then looked at the manager, causing him to immediately break out in a cold, urgent sweat, afraid of being sliced into goat meat by his boss. A few seconds later, he heard Tom Robert ask for a specific process, and hurriedly narrated it.
Tom Robert listened quietly, picked up the mask to smell it, sensitively detected a trace of an enticing substance, he said coldly, "It's Beta, go check out the people who came here today again. Don't ignore anyone who doesn't have an invitation, especially the Betas." He paused for a moment, once again looking at the picture taken together. "Happy days don't see blood, must be alive."
"… Yes."
The room was a bit dark again, before closing the door, the manager finally looked in a bit. The other man remained standing still, like the same luxuries in the room as the years had passed.
At that time, someone who wanted to do a "big deal" in their wedding was walking in the yard, the road connecting to the back house of House Robert was a flower garden, fake mountains, lakes were all. The luxury flowers. He's been around this place twice already.
“I advise you to make one sentence: if you don't want to cause trouble, it's best to stay away from me for a while. Soon the Roberts will find the things I threw away, then look them up one by one, and finally find me."
"No problem." John Sherwood was very calm, with his strength, even if he turned out to be hostile to House Robert, there was no pressure at all. The two walked side by side. John Sherwood looked in the direction. “Passed this place twice, are you a blind man?”
“Of course not.”
“So what are you doing?”
"Get used to the method."
"If you want an excuse, choose one to convince a little bit". John Sherwood's expression did not change, his tone was light.
"OK." Kevin Harley said, “Actually, you're very famous. If you stop, there will be a lot of people crowding here. I'll be the center of attention by then, so I can only keep walking, trying to act like I don't know you, like I'm just a passerby, until you run out of patience and won't come with me. Then I can happily go stealing.”
John Sherwood “…”
“I've been busy.” Kevin Harley sighed, paused for a moment, not intending to add, "Ah, I don't mean to hate you."
"If you hadn't said this more, I might still have believed it."
Kevin Harley is innocent. "I'm really not that kind of person."
John Sherwood, dumbfounded, asked, "What do you want to steal?"
Kevin Harley smiled. "Of course, steal what's valuable."
John Sherwood looked him in the eyes. "Are you short of money?"
Kevin Harley didn't answer, but instead asked, "Will you volunteer?"
"How much do you want?"
“Ten million, cash.”
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