Albert's deep blue eyes were not clear and bottomless.
But when he smiles, his handsome face can distract people's attention, and his seriousness at this time makes people feel that his eyes are like whirlpools in the sea, able to suck everything in and drag them all the way to the bottom of the sea.
Cheng Qianxun was stunned for a long time before murmuring: "Don't be ridiculous, I clearly know this is impossible."
Albert did not feel depressed because he was rejected again.
Instead, he smiled.
When he laughed, the whole world was so beautiful.
Beautiful people, whether male or female, are always the best gifts given by God to their kind.
Looking at her with a smile, he whispered softly: "I know, so I have been hesitating and struggling.
Now I have figured it out, even if you disappear in front of me immediately, I can still love you until I don't love you anymore. " She said helplessly: "But I won't love you."
Albert shook his head and smiled: "The love between men and women is love.
There are many other kinds of love in the world.
Originally, I didn't have love.
Thank you for letting me understand what a higher level of love feels like."
Doesn't she love Albert?
No, in a sense, it is also a kind of love.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been in such pain the last time she killed Albert with her own hands.
There is a warm feeling in my heart again, faint, but when it spreads, it is as fragrant and intoxicating as the fragrance of flowers. . .
People always say that their heart is broken, too broken to hold up.
In fact, as long as a person is alive, the heart still exists, and it keeps beating with life.
As long as you meet the right person at the right time, you will feel the same again.
Smiling at each other, nothing needs to be said.
Although they are old friends, the total time they spent together was only about a month.
But emotional things are like this, regardless of the length of time.
At this time, Albert's cell phone rang.
When you pull out your phone to answer, give her time to adjust.
Let's make some coffee, and maybe buy the reporters a drink when they come later.
She walked over to the bar and started working on it, always looking for something to do.
After listening, Albert came over.
"Would you like a cup?
It's decaffeinated.
It won't affect your sleep."
She waited for the first cup of coffee to come out of the coffee machine.
"Okay, thank you."
Albert thought for a while and said: "Two pieces of news.
The first one seems that the reporter will not be able to come today.
The second one is that I was just widowed."
Take your time. . .
She was stunned, but quickly straightened it out.
Is Catherine dead?
If she died, there would indeed be no need to rush over with reporters, but this shouldn't happen.
Could it be that Rudolph took action in advance?
She asked: "When did it happen?"
The coffee was ready.
Fragrant dark liquid flowed out of the coffee machine, and she brought the coffee to Albert.
"I don't know."
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Albert put the phone next to him and used his hand to get the milk can and add it to the coffee: "Rudolph just called and said that he and Gordon were afraid of being entangled by the police in the past and walked away for a while.
She was dead when she returned."
After adding milk, Albert took a sip and said, "It's hanging."
Like last time, she recalled: "Use torn sheets."
"Yeah" Albert confirmed.
Seeing her slightly frowning expression, he immediately said, "It's not me."
Of course not Albert.
The job of killing was originally given to them.
Now that Catherine is dead, the problem becomes bigger again, who is the target?
"It's me" a voice came from the side, and Barron came out of the room.
But the difference was that there were two other people appearing with him.
All three of them had guns in their hands and looked at him eagerly.
"Why is it you?"
She said loudly, pretending to be surprised, because Albert opposite was calmly touching his phone.
"Don't move."
Barron nervously pointed the gun in his hand at Albert: "Don't touch the phone."
The gun had a silencer, so Albert had no choice but to give up.
"Push the phone to the ground, slow down, yes..."
Barron was very satisfied with Albert's cooperation.
"Why are you doing this?
Albert isn't very kind to you, why are you still doing this?"
She imitated the silly woman in TV movies and asked some routine questions, for no other reason than to delay time.
Human beings are all like this.
They like to show off when they do something and feel the joy and joy of victory.
So the reason why villains die and fail is often because they talk too much.
"Humph, is he good to me?
He just treats me like a dog.
Look at the assets he has now, and how much I got is just some bones."
Barron fell into the trap as expected, and began to vent his feelings about the years of suffering.
The unfair treatment he received was just like the villain's style.
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and even waved the pistol in his hand.
"Then what are you going to do?"
She also continued to play the role of the silly elder sister.
Maybe if the time dragged on a little longer, Rudolph should call Sneijder at this time.
If she doesn't go back for a long time, I hope Sneed will feel something is wrong and come to find her.
"Yes, my old friend, what are you going to do?"
Albert said with some sadness: "I regard you as a true friend.
Think about it carefully.
Without me, you might just be on the street.
Or become a dangerous mercenary."
"Are you doing it for me?"
Barron sneered, the flesh on his face trembling slightly: "You are just afraid that I will tell everything."
This matter is going to be done, she said with a bit of reprimand: "You said it wrong.
If I was just afraid that you would say it, wouldn't it be easier to kill you?"
Barron sneered at the sky, turning his head as if he really didn't need makeup to be a villain: "He just didn't want to kill people.
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So many people have already died.
If after landing on the shore, all the remaining people will be dead, only If he were alone, he would not be able to reach the position he is today.”
"Yes."
She said like a peacemaker, pretending to be relaxed: "Albert is about to become a state senator.
In the future, if you follow him, you can enter the State Department together.
Then there will be more people bribing you.
No.
In a few years, you can retire and spend your money comfortably, why do you have to end up like this?”
Barron didn't think so, and laughed sinisterly: "His will states that I will be the supervisor of the estate.
As long as he dies, I will be able to take advantage of the property."
It turns out that as long as Albert dies, his three young children need a guardian, and as a guardian, Barron has the opportunity to transfer the funds and then escape with the money.
"Really?"
Albert chuckled instead: "You are so sure that the supervisor in the will is you."
"I was present when the will was changed, and it was clearly written on it."
Of course, Barron was very sure, with a bit of ferocity: "I actually did all those murders.
To make you believe, I am the most worthy of trust. , I shot myself.
How about it, you did a good job."
It turned out to be like this.
No wonder I felt something was wrong from the very beginning.
Barron's wounds showed that he had been hit at close range.
Combined with what I just said, all the murders were committed by Barron.
He deliberately selected those people who were close to Catherine and encouraged them to kill Albert.
Driven by high rewards, these laymen went to assassinate one by one, but all failed, just to get Albert to modify his will and then seize the property.
"Really?"
Albert had a smile on his lips and looked at Barron meaningfully.
He saw that Barron gradually understood something and was no longer confident.
Then he picked up the coffee cup and took a long sip.
"You changed your will again."
Barron was so nervous that the gun in his hand trembled: "You always knew what I was doing."
"That's right, my old friend."
Albert said calmly: "I also want to save you.
Think about it, the will has been changed.
What reason do you have to kill me again?
We can continue to cooperate happily.
After all, so I will put our friendship behind us for many years and let us enter the cabinet together."
"No, it won't..."
Barron started to look a little flustered, his eyes were uncertain, and he kept thinking about what went wrong: "I did a good job, everything was fine, there was no problem at all.
Why?
It will be seen."
Suddenly he looked at her with enlightenment: "It's you.
Rudolf helped me change the medicine.
He must have seen something."
At this time, no matter whether his deeds were revealed or not, whether Albert had already planned the strategy or was just pretending, he had to come to the conclusion.
She nodded: "Yes, Rudolf saw it at that time.
So give up.
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In fact, it should be because of the years of love that Albert gave you a chance."
You have to say soft words, and you can't make others angry and push them into desperation.
She persuaded them in a compassionate tone: "Actually, Albert and I have fought life and death several times before.
Now, why don't we just drink coffee and chat here?"
In fact, they are not ordinary People can afford to hold on to anything.
Put down the gun, say sorry, and go back to sleep.
You will still be Albert's good brother and assistant tomorrow.
As for you two, go back and kill people.
Whatever is fun, we will still pay you the commission.”
This turn of events was too quick.
The two bodyguards looked around, but still did not dare to put down the guns in their hands.
After all, it was Barron who hired them.
There is a kind of mercenary who will work hard to the end after being paid.
They will not stop until the employer says something.
What a great work ethic, and what a terrible profession.
Apparently this is the type of person Barron hires.
Barron gasped and stood there thinking, this needed to be thought about.
Making different decisions will have different results, either continue and see if the will has been changed or not; or let it go, maybe Albert will go online for the sake of being useful.
And Albert and she also waited quietly.
There was no rush in this matter.
If they acted now, it would be bad.
It depends on Barron's decision before making further plans.
Barron finally thought it through, and he laughed ferociously: "You haven't called a lawyer in the past few days.
I don't believe you should make a will."
"By phone."
Albert said calmly
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