Chapter 430
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Bertha didn't turn around, her cold eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone was extremely cold: "I'm afraid your one life is not enough. If you can die a thousand times, ten thousand times, I will think again and try."
Having finished speaking, she was no longer there, immediately went up to her room, locked the door, threw away the nightgown that Bruno had touched, then she took a new shirt from the closet, put it on, and went to sleep again.
However, she couldn't sleep. When she closed her eyes, images of her childhood playing with Bruno kept appearing in her mind.
There were also times when she worshiped him, admired him, liked to raise her head and call him sweet Bruno...
Bertha didn't know if it was because she was pregnant or not, but she always felt like she became weaker than before.
Even for a perverted animal like Bruno, she still felt a bit soft.
She buried her head in the blanket, trying to force herself not to think about these things anymore but think about Shane for the past half year, and how much pain he had to endure because of this.
While thinking, she heard the sound of a car engine speeding away outside. Bruno must have left.
She also gradually became much more comfortable, fatigue made her fall asleep very quickly.
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S city.
The five-day deadline has arrived.
Early in the morning, Mr. Benedict rushed to the meeting room that Shane had previously arranged.
A few days ago, Anselm was seriously injured, this time he could not walk.
In addition to the highly respected elders in the Miller family, Mr. Benedict also invited several people who were members of the board of directors of Miller Corporation.
Looking back from afar, there were many people, with a fiery atmosphere, as if they had come to collect a debt.
Not long after, Eugene also led several subordinates from the National Investigation Bureau and quickly entered the meeting room.
A group of men in military uniforms, all straight-backed, tall, and muscular, momentarily overwhelmed Mr. Benedict.
Although Mr. Benedict was a bit uncomfortable, he remembered that he was on the same side so he immediately walked over and greeted them very friendly.
The two of them also silently understood and chatted a bit.
They waited two or three hours but Shane still hadn't arrived.
Mr. Benedict was a little impatient. He ordered the bodyguard next to him: "Go to Shane's house and see what that kid Shane is doing, making everyone here wait so long."
"Yes."
The bodyguard had just walked to the meeting room door when suddenly there was a heavy sound of the door opening.
In the blink of an eye, everyone in the meeting room looked solemn and stood up.
However, only Aran entered.
Mr. Benedict frowned tightly. He looked dissatisfied and asked Aran: "Why only you came? Where is Shane?"
The board members behind him also spoke up.
"That's right. Where is Shane? He said he would give everyone an explanation today, or was he lying to us."
'Even though the news of Shane going blind, everyone including us is very sad, but he should hand over the power to someone else, he should hand it over as soon as possible."
"That's right! There's been no news of Shane in the past few days. His whereabouts are very mysterious. I'm very upset. If I don't see Shane now, I still doubt whether Shane is dead or not."
Eugene leisurely sat down, calmly listening to all the Miller Corporation's gossip about Shane.
But the guests sitting next to him were silent.
Aran glanced at Eugene twice, then he explained to Mr. Benedict: 'Shane is temporarily delayed, the time has changed to afternoon."
"What?"
Many people seemed to explode at once, and the meeting room became noisy.
Mr. Benedict's face darkened, his sharp eyes like an eagle narrowed slightly, and his eyes stared at Aran unsympathetically.
"Today, many elders from the Miller family came here. He is a descendant, but he made all the elders sit and wait. What is the logic in this?"
Aran was stubborn, he said bravely: "I only know what Boss Shane said is moral."
A group of elders in the Miller family standing behind Mr. Benedict immediately became angry and loudly accused Shane of not knowing how to behave.
Aran pretended not to hear anything, his fingers lightly tapped on the table: "If you can't wait, you can go, but if anyone stays to listen to Shane's explanation, please sit quietly."
Having finished speaking, he turned around and went out, sending seven teams of soldiers to guard the door to prevent the people inside from making too much noise.
Mr. Benedict looked at the group of serious and upright soldiers. He smiled coldly and said: "Okay, then I'll wait until the afternoon. I want to see what other tricks he has in the afternoon."
Because Aran said, that if anyone leaves the meeting room, they must resign and cannot re-enter.
At noon, everyone can only eat the lunch box that Aran previously agreed for everyone.
Eugene's subordinates had all experienced suffering in the army, so they had no opinion.
Mr. Benedict on the other side is different. They are all used to living happily at home, with frugal and bland boxed lunches. For them, it's like eating bran and swallowing vegetables. One or two bites of that food will make the hair on the back of their neck stand up.
Director Devlin threw the lunch box on the spot, then he stood up and condemned: 'What does Shane mean? Using these things to deceive us? He set a bunch of rules and wouldn't let us go out. After all, he still hasn't arrived. He wants to play with us, right?"
Aran pointed to the door: 'Next door there is a five-star restaurant. You go there and enjoy, there's no need to come back."
Director Devlin suddenly choked up and became angry. Even the lunch boxes of the board members who were eating next to him were thrown down by him, leaving a mess on the floor.
'What else can you eat? I want to meet Shane. Want him to give a reasonable explanation in front of me."
