The Love that Never Really Dies

“Who told you to say that? Huh? Did I give you the authority? Why did you force him to send the lunatic to 711? Did you think that you were really smart to have come up with such a perfect solution?”

“No… It’s not that, Sir. I… I just said it on a whim,” Walter stuttered as he tried to explain.

Just as he spoke, the middle-aged man bellowed at him with even greater intensity.

“On a whim? What a smart*ss you are. Your whim has messed up my carefully planned moves. Whose side are you really on anyway?” The angry middle-aged man snarled in his chair.

Walter looked up in fear.

“Sir, I… Of course I’m on your side. Please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t do it on purpose just now. I was thinking since that lunatic has been diagnosed as clinically insane, we won’t be able to dispose of him. Hence, it would be a good idea to lock him up at 711 instead.”

“Bullsh*t! It was my intention for him to be declared insane all along. How do you know I’m unable to dispose of him? Don’t you realize I’ve done all this to make it easier for me to destroy him?”

Filled with rage, Alfred lost his usual composure and admonished Walter.

Walter was stunned by Alfred’s words.

This is the plan all along?

“I’m sorry, Sir. I have made a mistake-”

“Your brain is just full of crap. Let me warn you now. If Jonathan manages to find something through this investigation, you will suffer the consequences!”

Alfred’s reprimand forced Walter to start counting down the days to his doom.

Having been president for many years, he had always projected a warm and gentle demeanor. In fact, he seemed

facade was a mind filled with

Alfred was

in him. The repressed frustrations of his position as the president caused

and saw Walter kneeling on the ground, a fearful expression set

men to the military base. He has also brought the Chief

“What did you say?”

grew insidiously solemn at the

Prosecutor there, any proof discovered could be directly admitted as evidence

Alfred’s teeth

to destroy all the evidence? Did

the staff at the bistro wouldn’t leave a trace. We just need to worry about Stephen. I just wonder if he will

“Stephen?”

Alfred had

him? This is the perfect opportunity

Stephen involved. Coincidentally, I am looking forward to seeing the look on his face when he realizes that

out a

glint in his eye, he pulled

that a person like him was the

exhaustion. As she was boiling some herbs for medication, she sprawled on the table and

blowing into the room, making it chilly and damp at the