Someone informed Gerald about the police paying Corbin a visit regarding Hodge’s accident.

“Great! Corbin is Maurice’s confidant. If something goes wrong, Maurice could be implicated. That’s fantastic!”

Gerald smiled evilly as he sat in his office chair.

His eyes were gloomy as he touched the bruises on his neck. He finally got his revenge on Maurice this time.

“Boss, what if Maurice betrays Corbin and blames him for the accident?” Sean Weston, his secretary, reminded him.

Gerald sneered and replied, “My nephew looks cold and ruthless, but in fact, he cares the most about personal feelings. That is his fatal weakness.”

“That’s right! People who do great things do not bother about futile things. You can accomplish great things, boss. Your greatest strength is that you do not let yourself be controlled by emotions. You have no weaknesses at all.” Sean kept flattering his boss.

Suddenly, Gerald’s smile froze.

Was his secretary praising him?

He glared at Sean, and Sean snapped back to reality. “I didn’t mean that, boss. Please let me explain.”

“Forget it. This conversation is over. I’d like to see how Maurice can get out of this predicament.”

Gerald then stood up and fixed his sleeves.

“Let’s go back and see if we can find anything interesting.”

Sean let out a sigh of relief and followed Gerald out of the office.

walked toward the underground parking garage. Suddenly, a Bentley rushed

subconsciously pushed Sean beside

“Ah!”

who had been pushed out of the way to block the car, closed his

Bentley screeched to a

so terrified at that critical moment of life and death that he

about his secretary at all. He

was clearly

maneuvered the car to

“Damn it! Help!”

of his wits. He dashed around the parking lot like a madman until he was cornered by the Bentley. There was

floor as his legs went

as he thought

his eyes due to the bright headlights of

car, holding a long iron stick. The stick made a harsh sound

Gerald’s eyes widened in disbelief as he saw

“Maurice!”

have good eyesight, Uncle

in front of Gerald, holding the iron stick and wearing a cold smile. His tone was very cold, and there was a storm brewing

your elder. Is this how

at Gerald

he screamed and

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