Chapter 183
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'Miss, the third young master told me to find you. You guessed right, in the past few days, that side has sent three people to pursue the two assassins we released. One unfortunate person died while running away, we saved another person, he said he wanted to meet you."
'Okay, let's go."
She turned around to leave with Alex but Bruno called her back.
'Bertha, do you need me to come with you?"
Bertha didn't need to think, she said. 'No need, you have something to deal with when you come to this city, I'll go first."
She had just taken two steps when she remembered she was still wearing Bruno's jacket so she took the initiative to remove it. She turned around and gave it to him.
Bruno did not accept, his eyes were gentle. 'It's cold, you hold on."
Bertha gave the coat to the subordinates behind him. His subordinates glanced at Bruno and then shook their heads in fear, not daring to accept.
She was a little uncomfortable, so she hung her coat directly on the flower bed at the store and left with Alex without looking back.
Bruno looked in the direction she disappeared and then looked at the jacket she casually left on the flower bed. He frowned, his eyes were deep.
As if thinking of something, his expression became even more gloomy, he said to his subordinates. 'You send two people to follow Derek. If he makes any movements, you must immediately report to me. You have to pay attention to hiding well, the juniors next to him are not easy to deal with, in addition, you should investigate his identity."
'Yes, you can rest assured."
His subordinates helped him take the coat down from the flower bed and tried to put it on him.
Bruno's eyes turned angry, and he growled. 'Throw it away."
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Bertha rushed to Venn's villa, who was taken to the clinic of the personal doctor who had treated Laura.
She opened the door and walked in and saw the injured person lying on the IV bed.
Seeing Bertha come in, he gently sat up.
Bertha sat down on a chair two meters away from him and smiled. 'I didn't expect that out of forty people, the last one to survive would be you. That day, only you answered my question. You are the softest person and also the toughest person. What do you want to say to me this time?"
That person thought for a moment and then looked at her sincerely. "I originally thought that if I didn't say anything, the organization would forgive me, but I didn't expect them to be more cruel than I thought. I know you sent someone to save me. I can provide all the information I know."
'Huh?"
Bertha was surprised, he changed his mind so quickly.
She asked. 'How much money do you want?
That person shook his head. "I don't need money, they won't forgive me, my strength is weak, sooner or later I will die by their hands but I still don't want to die."
'You want me to protect you?"
That person stared into her eyes and smiled. 'Talking to smart people is very easy. As a transaction, I want to become your bodyguard. There are many people beside you. Only then can I continue to live."
Does he want to be her bodyguard?
Bertha was suspicious, she raised her neck slightly, and her air was cold and arrogant and noble.
"Not everyone I keep by my side, first tell me the information you know. If it's all unimportant things, I'm sorry."
That person looked at her face, he felt a little infatuated.
She is seductive, has a hot temper, and is ruthless in her work, she is not an ordinary woman.
Even if he sees a woman like that every day, he feels satisfied.
He collected his thoughts and began to speak.
'When the person who hired us came to kill you, you were talking to the boss, I was next to you. It was a man about one meter ninety tall who looked very calm and intimidating."
He tried to remember. 'Even though he was wearing sunglasses that day, I noticed there seemed to be a black scar the size of a thumb on his temple. During the conversation, I heard him mention his boss. If we can find him, maybe he'll know what this is about."
Bertha squinted her eyes.
Black scar? His boss?
'Besides the scar, do you remember what his face, lips, and appearance were like?"
That person nodded and looked a bit confused. 'I probably still remember but I don't know how to draw."
Bertha waved her hand at Alex.
Alex brought a sketchbook and walked in. By the person's description, he drew a relatively clear face.
Bertha looked carefully and was sure that she did not know this person.
'Except for these, is there any other information you can reveal?"
That person was silent for a moment. 'Yes, I still remember the day something happened to you, our contact location…"
Even though what he said wasn't much, it was at least considered useful information.
Bertha stood up and approached him. She bent down slightly and studied the man's face. 'Okay, even though your face is injured and your skin is a bit dark, your face is gentle. From today onwards, you are my bodyguard. What is your name?"
"Archie." The man replied.
Bertha nodded. 'Wait until your wound recovers and then report to me."
"Yes."
After taking care of Archie's problem, Bertha walked out of her private doctor's office.
Venn was sitting in the living room downstairs waiting for her, his expression very serious. 'Kid, he is a member of that organization. Aren't you afraid that he pretended to have good intentions and deliberately caught you off guard?"
Bertha sat down on the sofa next to her and said, smiling. "I do not scare. One day, I will try him, even if he is a spy who seems to be willing, we will keep him by our side. This will be more convenient for detecting the other side's actions."
Venn was silent.
Although there is no problem in terms of reason or logic, doesn't she feel that doing so is putting herself in danger?
He sighed, and Bertha gave him a portrait sketch of a person. 'Can you help me investigate if there is any record of this person?"
Venn took the sketch sheet. "Okay."
