Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 545

Chapter 545 Helpless

As soon as Jolin stepped outside the condominium, Oscar called her. Immediately, she explained every detail to him, “Boss, Mrs. Clinton is safely back in the condominium. She felt fine and wasn’t frightened at all. I’ve already instructed Andre and Max to protect Mrs. Clinton in secret. She’ll be fine, I promise. Yes, I’ll return to the organization headquarters now.”

After she hung up the call, Jolin hurriedly drove her car and left the neighborhood.

When she arrived at the organization headquarters, Jolin asked, “Has Boss arrived?”

“Not yet.”

Jolin heaved a sigh of relief and said, “What about the man that was sent here today? Is everything all right with him? Remember, Boss explicitly requested to see him, so nothing should happen to him before Boss gets any information from him, okay? Otherwise, we’d be skinned alive.”

“Don’t worry. He’s safe and sound inside the room. We wouldn’t dare to let anything happen to somebody who has been specifically wanted by Boss.”

“That’s good, then.”

Half an hour after Jolin had arrived at the headquarters, Oscar finally appeared.

The men formed two straight rows and greeted him, “Welcome, Boss!”

He then walked toward the small room, with Jolin following behind him as she instructed her men to drag the lawless man into the room.

The man, who was brought in, was thrown directly on the cold and hard floor.

Oscar looked down at him and said in a cold voice, “Lift your head.”

The man did as he was told. As soon as his gaze met Oscar’s dark and unfathomable eyes, the man could not help but shudder in fear.

“M-Mr. Clinton,” the man said in a trembling voice.

“You know who I am?” Oscar said in a threatening voice as he narrowed his eyes.

“I promise I won’t do it again, Mr. Clinton. I just wanted to earn some quick cash, that’s all. I have no intentions of harming Mrs. Clinton, and it was because someone paid me to teach her a lesson. I won’t dare to do it anymore. Please, forgive me this time,” the man pleaded as he trembled in fear, breaking into a cold sweat all over his body.

“You want me to forgive you?”

The man nodded vigorously.

“I can forgive you, but you’ll have to tell me the person who paid you to scare my woman.”

The man fell silent immediately.

not talking, aren’t you? Sure, I have plenty of ways to make you

cold sweat formed on

Clinton. If I

truth today,

of hesitation and struggle in the man’s eyes while beads of cold sweat continued to form

business some time ago, I was sorely tempted by the huge amount of money, thinking I could take a risk and make a quick fortune out of it since I was only tasked

up to the man and stepped on his hands. A bloodcurdling scream ripped

chin tightly, and his scream

going to talk or not?” Jolin

on the

wanted to earn some money to cover my business losses. Moreover, that

chair, Oscar said, “Give

piece of paper, placed it in front of the man, and said, “Draw out the man’s

pen and said in a trembling voice, “But I don’t

I guess there’s no need for you

draw it right

nearly half an hour, an indistinguishable shape appeared on the piece of

his head and said awkwardly, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Clinton. I just don’t

properly! I don’t think you should keep your hands at all. They’re

Mr. Clinton! I know that person’s phone number! He asked me to call him after the job was done, and I was supposed to meet him at a warehouse in the suburbs so he would pay me the rest of the half a

close his eyes and

and I’ll show you how the end of your life will

“N-No! I won’t!”

the back of the man, causing him to almost scream in agony. However, the man remembered that Oscar detested people sobbing in front of

catch the mastermind behind this incident.

nodded at her

turned around to leave the room with him, threatening him menacingly as they walked out, “You better behave nicely. I’ll make your life a living hell if you dare to play

dare to

minutes before he got

then drove back to his condominium in the city. When Molly saw Oscar returning home, she

“Where’s Amelia, Molly?”

sleeping upstairs. Mrs. Clinton doesn’t look quite good today. I think you should try to make her feel better. I wanted to make some soup for her, but she just said she didn’t feel like eating

words. He nodded and replied, “I’ll

Amelia curled up like a small cocoon, with only her head visible as she wrapped

by the bed, gently stroking her heavily-furrowed eyebrows. His eyes were filled with pity and

her suffer even the slightest injustice, let alone be mad at her as he had been the day before. Clearly, he only

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