Chapter 53
Chapter 53
Samuel nodded without hesitation.
"Go ahead if you have something to do. But...” Yvonne's voice suddenly trailed off.
"But what?” Samuel asked, curious.
"Nothing." Yvonne quickly returned to her room. She wanted to tell him to not go around seeing other
women, but those words made her feel strange.
The two were husband and wife, but they did not live like husband and wife. Yvonne was still not used
to delving into Samuel's extremely personal affairs.
She sat on the bed and lifted the pillow. There was a pair of scissors hidden beneath it. She had placed
it there three years ago.
During their first year of marriage, Yvonne had clutched onto the scissors every night to sleep. She only
gradually let her guard down later. Now, she thought that it was time to keep the scissors.
"I have no idea how you resist a beauty like me," she muttered to herself. She was not aware of her
reddening cheeks and kept the scissors in the closet.
She stood in front of the mirror, evaluating her figure, her porcelain-smooth complexion. Did he really
not have a spark of desire for her?
"Gah. What am I thinking?” Yvonne's face was as red a
s a beetroot; she felt so ashamed that she was a mess.
Only the two of them were at home for dinner. Now that Yvonne was a project manager, they were
financially better off; Lydia and Godfrey hardly ate dinner at home.
This was a good thing though. It gave Samuel and Yvonne space for themselves.
After they finished eating, Samuel tidied the table and prepared to wash the dishes. Yvonne stopped
him. "Go out first if you have something to do," she said, standing up. "I'll wash them. Just come back
early, okay?"
Shock and elation both sparked in his chest. "No need," he said. "I'll settle it very quickly."
Yvonne glared at him. "Just go when I let you go," she said. "Don’t spew such nonsense."
Samuel flashed a sheepish smile and put down the cutlery in his hands. "I'll be off first then. I'll come
back once I've settled the matter."
After he left the house, Samuel called Johann once he was in the car.
He had a feeling that something had happened to the owner of the general store, considering that the
store had not been opened for quite a few days. Hence, he told Johann to investigate the situation; he
had just received a text from Johann when he arrived at home. That was why he told Yvonne that he
had a matter to tend to out of the house.
"What’s going on?" Samuel asked.
"It's hard to explain everything over the phone, sir. Can I visit you?" Johann responded.
"No need. I'll head straight to Hex Capital.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
When he arrived at the place, Samuel met up with Johann. The latter quickly said, "The person who
you asked me to look up, sir? His name is Manfred Morris."
"Manfred Morris?" Samuel frowned and asked, "That name sounds familiar."
Johann nodded his head. "Manfred Morris was the name of the boss of an underground organization in
Cloud City. However, five years ago, he suddenly disappeared. All his power abruptly collapsed within
one night," he said. "No one knew what happened. I suspect that he is the Manfred from five years
ago."
Shock overtook Samuel’s expression. That old man from the general store was actually the Manfred
who had been the talk of Cloud City five years ago!
He had been such an influential man though. How did he end up being the owner of a small general
store?
Samuel suddenly remembered what Manfred had said 'for our woman'. It seemed like he threw away
everything for his Juliet.
He had given up everything for a single woman right a t the peak of his career. This spirit was indeed
admirable.
"So how is he now?” Samuel asked. They had been friends for three years now. He could not just turn
a blind eye to this now that he knew of the truth.
"There are rumors that he has been spotted in gambling dens,” Johann said. "Blake's territory."
In Cloud City, at least half of the illegal gambling dens belonged to Blake Coleman. In terms of the
numbers o f people working under him, he had less than Johann, but he soundly beat out the latter
when it came to financial power and social networks. However, since h e only did business in gambling
dens and did not venture into other fields, he rarely clashed with people of the same business.
"It's not wise to provoke Blake, sir. He has a low profile in Cloud City, but hear me out-he has plenty of
connections with powerful people. I think you'd better not interfere in this matter," Johann advised him.
"Since when did you make the decisions?" Samuel asked frostily.
Johann quickly bowed, apologetic. "I did not mean that, sir."