Chapter 362
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Bruno looked at the pouring rain outside the car window, his deep blue phoenix eyes showed indifference. "Do you have a pen?"
Bertha gave Tommy a look.
Tommy took a pen from his vest pocket, found a piece of paper in the car, and gave it to Bruno.
Bruno took it and quickly wrote down a series of phone numbers on the paper.
'Before this evening, I will use this phone number to contact you again. At that time, you will listen to what I say, and go to the appointment location to pick up the medicine."
Bertha looked carefully at the phone number, there was no emotion in her cold eyes. 'Bruno, if you dare to deceive me, I will make your life more miserable than death."
'I don't dare, as long as I get what I want, you can get what you want too." He smiled, his finger gently pushing the muzzle of her gun away.
Bertha gave the gun to Tommy, she opened her mouth to continue asking. 'Where are you going now? About Felix's house?"
"Are not."
Bruno observed the geographical position outside the car window, his deep blue eyes were deep and unwavering. 'You can stop the car anywhere, let me get off at the side of the road, I want to go take care of something."
Donald pulled the car to the side of the road, Tyrone and Casey immediately opened the car door, and they grabbed Bruno's shirt, intending to throw him down.
"Wait."
Bruno stopped.
Bertha looked up, her face written with impatience. 'What?"
Bruno just pretended not to see that, his phoenix eyes held a smile. 'I don't have any money on me, I want to go buy warm clothes, eat a meal, and then buy another pack of cigarettes. Can you give me some money, please?"
Bertha tried to suppress her anger, she looked towards Tommy. 'How much cash do you carry?"
Tommy immediately opened the inside pocket of his suit, touched his pants pocket, and said. 'I have five hundred dollars."
'Give it to him."
Tommy is depressed and throws money in Bruno's face. 'Take it and get out."
Bruno was not angry at all, he bowed his head and picked up the money.
As soon as Bruno finished picking it up, Tyrone and Casey kicked him aggressively, kicked him out of the car, and then they quickly closed the car door and drove away.
Casey's anger was still not over, he spat out the door.
Bruno wants to marry their mistress, what a pipe dream.
Bertha did not stop her subordinate's somewhat agitated actions.
She stared at the rearview mirror, she saw Bruno getting further and further away, but he was still standing in the same place, she warned Tommy. 'You find two people with good martial arts and follow them silently. I want to know where he goes."
Tommy nodded. "Yes."
Bertha withdrew her gaze, she looked back at the phone number that Bruno had written down. 'You contact the Black Dragon gang and carefully investigate this phone number."
'Yes, Mistress."
At the same time.
Miller Mansion.
'Grandpa, are you looking for me?"
Shane walked into the living room, away from the coffee table, he respectfully bowed down to Mr. Miller, who sat on a wooden chair.
Mr. Miller looked up at Shane.
When he first saw Shane wearing a sweater, at first he felt very strange, he didn't even realize that this was his nephew.
'Boy, you are different now, looking at the way you dress like this, you are no longer cold." The old man felt strange, he observed him once, and he smiled happily.
Shane also did not answer his grandfather, his face was calm, and he stood seriously.
"Sit down."
Mr. Miller's wrinkled hands caressed the wooden bar, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke. 'I called you here today because someone wanted to see you. He said he wanted to apologize in front of you, so I had to act as an intermediary."
As soon as Shane sat down in his chair, he frowned.
Mr. Miller cleared his throat. 'You come in."
Mr. Vontroe entered the room with a serious face.
Noa followed behind his father, he bowed his head, the wound on his body had healed about seven or eight parts.
Shane didn't look at them, his expression was cold, and his eyes were dark.
He poured himself a cup of tea, his actions were both elegant and noble, without any ripples in his eyes, blowing into the ancient porcelain teacup.
After entering, Mr. Vontroe sat down in the chair opposite Shane, he smiled and greeted Mr. Miller, he then looked at Shane. "How are you these days?"
Shane didn't pay any attention to him, he was even too lazy to talk to him.
Mr. Miller gently tapped the wooden stick on the floor, reminding him. 'Shane, you should respect your elders."
'The elder has no morals, he is not worthy of me talking to him. You don't know how to raise your children. I am a person who knows right and wrong."
'Shane, you…"
Noa stood next to Mr. Vontroe, he heard Shane insulting his father, he was angry.
"No problem."
Mr. Vontroe smiled gently, he didn't seem to pay any attention to those words, he spoke softly to Shane.
'Shane, about last time, Noa was wrong. Then I hit him. Today, I brought him here to apologize to you. If you still feel angry, feel free to hit him. I will not interfere."
Speaking of the last part, he signaled Noa with his eyes.
Noa patiently endured the humiliation, he walked around the coffee table, walked in front of Shane's chair, bent down, and maintained a perfect ninety-degree stoop.
'Shane, I'm sorry about that day, I lost my mind, I called Bertha's name while I was unconscious. I have no intention of defaming your fiancée. Furthermore, in my heart, I greatly respect the feelings between you and Bertha."
His words ended in Shane's faint laugh.
Shane put down the teacup, he coldly glanced at Noa.
'Whether you do it on purpose or not, you and I both know in our hearts, that you don't have to put on a show for me, it's a waste of time."
He stood up and looked towards the old man. 'Grandpa, if there's nothing else, I'll go home first. My company will have a video conference tonight."
Mr. Miller found his attitude very determined.
