NovelEnglish"Fine, fine." Kane shrugged in approval.
He went up and looked through the "loot" Joyce and Karl had brought back and his eyes lit up.
"So many gold bars, so much cash! What a corrupt soul this Mr. Clark must be? He kept the money in his vault and it must have all
been from an dubious source." Kane laughed, "When he find his vault is emptied, he certainly would not dare to call the police,
because he simply can’t tell them where he has got all the money."
"That's right." Joyce helped Karl put ice packs on and off, and rubbed his ankle to ease the symptoms.
She looked at her watch and it had been almost twenty minutes. She removed the ice pack and asked, "How are you feeling? Can
you move?"
Karl looked down and saw her rubbing his ankle with a gentle face, and he had mixed feelings in his heart. He tried to move his
ankle and it didn't hurt at all anymore.
"No problem. It does not hurt at all." he responded.
"Great, just from the way it looks now, | guess it won't swell up again. After 24 hours, you will then apply the wound medicine so
that your ankle can recover completely." Joyce told him.
"Hmm." Karl softly returned. He lowered his eyes and cast a sophisticated gaze at her, inexplicable emotions tumbling and surging
in his eyes.
Joyce also looked at him with concern.
She felt so grateful since everything Karl did was for her.
She was not willing to let him get hurt one more time.
They just looked at each other, as if they had remembered what happened in the past.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKane instead looked pretty uncomfortable next to them.
Originally, Luther was already his greatest rival.
He didn't expect that a Karl would appear out of nowhere. He noticed the eye contact and the tacit understanding between Karl
and Joyce, and thought that they must have an extraordinary past.
But it seemed, it had gone beyond love.
What was it exactly? He couldn't figure it out either.
All he knew was that since they cto the Capital, he had moved further and further away from Joyce, and Joyce was paying less
and less attention on him.
This perception made him extremely unhappy.
He wished he could go back to the good old days in Mufron, when it was just the two of them together.
"Hey, what the hell are we going to do with all this money?"
Kane asked with obviously displeasure, deliberately interrupting the warm exchange between them.
Karl instantly cback to his senses and shook his head.
A flash of embarrassment crossed his handsface and he flushed a bit.
"Oh, the money ... Let's convert the gold bars and cash and deposit it in an offshore bank account. What is taken from the people
should be used for the people." Karl said.
"How is that then?" Joyce asked, puzzled.
"We will donate it all to grassroots organizations that need donations, orphanages, bursary foundations, etc. At that time, we may
need your help, Kane. Wire the money anonymously from our offshore account to various accounts." Karl proposed.
"Wow. Great idea!" Kane clapped his hands, "That's great! Two birds with one stone!"
"A lot of the money is the incof Mr. Clark’s company, as well as Otis' secret funds. Consider it a good deed on their behalf."
Joyce gave a wry smile of approval, "Let's do it."
"Great work, Sister. I'll take you hfirst. Then Mr. Gregory and | can go back home." Kane said.
"Good." Joyce responded.
The following day at noon.
Mr. Clark slept at huntil noon, as usual.
He had just spent an entire night in the KTV with a few celebrities, and it had been four in the morning when he got home.
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