Making 29
Making 29
Heatwave Bar was busy at night.
In a luxurious room, Marco and Tiffany were having wild sex after drinking a lot. The atmosphere in the room was erotic.
At the same time, in the study of the Chapmans‘ Residence, Roger closed his eyes, sitting still on a large chair behind a desk.
It seemed that he was meditating, but he wasn’t as calm as he appeared to be. So many terrible things happened today.
At first, Marco lost more than one billion dollars in the stock market. That was their company’s reserve fund. Then Gilmore won the bet. Marco lost his chance to be with Christine.
These two matters were both caused by Gilmore. Therefore, Roger hated Gilmore very much. Roger couldn’t swallow his anger.
Someone walked in quietly. It was an old man wearing simple grey clothes. His hair was grey. His temples bulged, which showed his strong pulse. He had arched eyebrows and bright eagle eyes.
Feeling the man’s aura, Roger instantly opened his eyes.
“Mr. Chapman, what can I do for you?” The old man’s aura was immediately withdrawn. He bowed respectfully to Roger.
Roger looked at the old man. His expression was much calmer than before. “Marlon, where did Marco go?”
The old man was called Marlon Salazar, the steward and the most important guard of the Chapman family.
Marlon replied, “Heatwave Bar.”
“Well, he has suffered a lot today. He needs to vent his anger. Let him be.” Roger sighed.
Roger looked at Marlon and said, “There is an important thing that I need you to do for
me.”
Marlon answered with a bow, “What is it?”
“I want you to find a person and ask him to kill another person,” Roger said frankly word by word….
“Who are you looking for? And who do you want to kill?”
“The man you need to find is named Duncan Paul. He’s a truck driver. Many years ago, I saved his son’s life. He owes me a great favor. He said that he was willing to do anything
for me.
“The man I want to kill is named Gilmore, a student of Oakhaven University.”
Roger told Marlon how Gilmore knocked off Realm Group’s shares and took away Christine, whom Marco was in love with.
Roger’s eyes became intense as he said, “If Gilmore doesn’t die, I can’t vent my anger, and Marco can’t be with Christine, let alone get all of the Fosters‘ property.”
Marlon’s eyes flashed with fierceness. He said, “Since you want to kill Gilmore as soon as possible, why don’t you let me do it? I can kill him tonight so that you can be relieved.”
Roger shook his head, saying, “No. Christine sent a bodyguard to protect him all the time. The bodyguard used to be a special forces soldier. He’s very good at fighting. Although you may be able to defeat him, Gilmore will possibly take the opportunity to escape.
“Things will be different for Duncan. He just needs to stay near the Palazzo. There is an intersection. Gilmore will drive past that place. If Duncan’s truck crashes into Gilmore’s car, Gilmore will be killed.”
That was why Roger didn’t ask Marlon to kill Gilmore and wanted the truck driver, Duncan, to do that.
Marlon might not be able to kill Gilmore, but Duncan could if his large truck quickly crushed Gilmore’s car.
Marlon understood Roger’s intention, replying, “Don’t worry. I’ll fix it up.”
Roger nodded and pulled open a drawer. He took out a bank card and a piece of paper with words and a red fingerprint on it. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
“Duncan lives in Apartment 6, Lane 78, Linden Lane. There are 200,000 dollars on this card, and this is the pledge he wrote that year. Give them to him and tell him that the money is for his son. As long as he completes the task, he won’t owe me anything.”
Marlon took the bank card and the pledge and put them into his pocket. “I’ll go and do it right now.”
Roger nodded.
Just like when he came, Marlon left without making a sound.
Roger leaned his head on the back of the chair, his eyes flashing. “Gilmore, tomorrow is the day of your death…
The next morning, the sunlight beamed down on the Fosters‘
The manor was decorated with balloons, ribbons, and flowers by the servants, which made the manor colorful and cheerful.
The venue of the party was the largest villa in the manor.
This villa was several times larger than an ordinary villa. It had a splendid and spacious hall, which could accommodate more than 100 people.
In the hall, the servants were dressed neatly. Bread, fruits, roasted chicken, desserts, champagne, and all kinds of other delicacies were everywhere. They were all prepared for the guests at the birthday party today.
It was nearly 10 a.m. The guests gradually came over.
Two rows of mighty and handsome bodyguards in suits and sunglasses stood at the gate of the manor. They were greeting the guests in luxury cars.
Of course, before the guests entered the manor, the bodyguards would check their invitations.
Marco and his parents were sitting in a Royce Phantom Stretch. Roger and his wife had two invitations, but they just showed the bodyguards one.
The bodyguards didn’t see any problem with that, though they felt that the three people should have more than one invitation. After all, the Chapmans were close to the Fosters. Therefore, they immediately let the Chapmans‘ car in.
There was another familiar figure among the guests. It was Claire.
She was driving a Ferrari with her long hair hanging down. She was wearing sunglasses. Her skin was fair. She looked elegant.
The bodyguards were extremely respectful to Claire. They didn’t even check the invitation before letting her in. They gave Claire special treatment because she was Jessica’s niece.
As the guests entered the villa one after another, the servants began to be busy.
The hall became lively, full of laughter.
The owners of the villa, David and Jessica, also appeared in the hall, smilingly chatting with their guests.
Meanwhile, Gilmore and Gerald sat in a Mercedes. It drove out of the Palazzo.
Then they would pass through an intersection.
The next moment, a large truck rushed over at a crazy speed from the left road in front of them.
As for Gilmore’s Mercedes, it was still driving towards the intersection.
Seconds later, there was a terrifying sound at the intersection.