Sylvia can’t say a word. It’s something she has been worrying about so far. It’s too much for someone to send that many hitmen to kill Thomas who is just a countryside man. She knows she was the real target, and they can just come to her again.Right after saying all his suspicions, Thomas stares at Laura full of intent, making that lady so awry about something.“Enough with your bullshit,” Laura snaps. “We know you only wanted to squeeze Donovan’s money, and now you are trying to shift the blame to save your face! Joaquin! Kick him out of this house!”Laura’s husband comes to Thomas, and then grabs his clothes. He harshly drags Thomas before forcing him to get up. Soon after that, he throws him toward the family room.As Thomas tries to get up, his attention is diverted by a pair of smooth, beautiful legs in high heels. He then looks up, finding Naomi Saunders standing over him, the same girl he met yesterday at the cemetery. She doesn't look so happy at all.The incident at Boslow Hi

She then comes closer to Oliver and whispers right before his face. “The Gregory could just cut ties with you if you can’t even protect our honor here, and your engagement could be called off.”It puts Oliver in a big dilemma. But then again, it’s just another $800k from the previous price he has agreed on with Laura and her husband.He then turns back to Naomi, intending to make a deal based on Laura’s condition. However, Naomi already shows him her brand new phone, with a serial number of her bank account displayed on the screen.She has just learned that Oliver is buying the house as a part of the deal for his engagement with Sylvia, and sees it as an opportunity.“Six million dollars,” she states the price. “Transfer that amount of money to this account right now, and then bow down and apologize to my boyfriend. Only then will I consider all the problems between us solved, and this house will be yours.”Oliver stares at Naomi right in the eye with so much resentment. “You delibera

The girl can’t hide her guilty looks, realizing that she has accidentally unveiled what’s inside her dirty mind.“Uh, I, I, I mean your body!” Naomi refutes in stutter. “I didn’t touch your body! Look! You passed out with wet clothes. I couldn’t just leave you like that. You could get a cold.”“So you took off my clothes?” Thomas asks slowly.Naomi nods a few times, so fast, with rigid movements.“And you saw everything?”Now the girl looks so guilty, crossing her fingers in her chest. Still with blushing cheeks, she glances to the left to avoid Thomas’s intimidating gaze.Thomas turns around, rubbing his head with a frustrated expression, and then limps away from her.“No, please!” Naomi rushes to him. “Don’t be mad at me! I had no other choice!”Laura notices Thomas getting out of the house with Naomi. Some greedy hope slowly creeps into her heart. She then gets out of the car, thinking that Oliver must have bought the house for her.She even shows so much confidence to confront Thom

“How would I know that he would be able to walk again? Even the doctors have given up on him,” answers Laura defensively.“Haven’t you realized it yet? Donovan matched Sylvia with him for a reason. He couldn't be just an ordinary man. Now he even has a connection with the Saunders.”“Well! You have to hire those people again to kill him. He must die!”Joaquin starts to look restless. His slick hair has become messy for being rubbed so many times.A moment later, he realizes that the situation has become so quiet. Oliver and Sylvia's argument can no longer be heard anymore.He turns around, and finds Oliver walking towards him, with Sylvia still standing in the meals room with a suspicious gaze.Joaquin becomes uneasy, afraid that Oliver and Sylvia might have heard his conversation with his wife just now. But…“Uncle Joaquin! Please excuse me! I still have work to do!”Oliver hands over the house keys to Joaquin, and then walks towards the front door.“Hey, Oliver!” Laura rushes to that

Thomas gets inside the apartment building, and climbs the stairs with his weak legs. Once he gets to the door to his apartment, he issues a specific command.“Inventory! Box. No. 39! Take out key number 1!”But nothing happens. There’s no blue light appearing, no item dropping, nothing.“What’s going on here?” he mumbles as he rubs his neck. “My necklace? Ah, shit! I must have left it in that room! Daaamn!”He rubs his forehead with an awry face. Moments later, he bangs on the door, calling out several names in a hectic way.“Diego! Luca! Mateo! It’s me, Thomas! Hey, you guys! Are you in there?”No one answers. But he keeps banging on the door, until a slightly fat old man appears to greet him.“Mister Hendrix, Sir! You are back!”“Oh, Mr. Finley! Yeah, it’s just me! Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me mister or sir? I’m much younger than you!”“Why?” The old shrugs. “You are the boss, and there’s no one else here. Is there anything I can help you with?”“I lost my key. The other one