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Chapter 472

Chapter 472

Bernard was utterly terrified and at a complete loss

Lorenzo was usually good to those around him, there was no doubt about the camaraderie and brotherhood

hevdet But when he got tough, he was truly ruthless.

Startled. Bernard blurted everything out without thinking. Afterward, he kept begging for mercy. Mr. Morets, |

didn’t mean it. | was just curious”

Cecil was taken aback. Is this even a plea for mercy? It sounds more like he was inviting more trouble

Fortunately, he hadn't implicated Cecil in his confession, otherwise, Cecil would be in trouble too. If Bernard had

dragged him into it, Cecil would definitely have given him a piece of his mind.

But now, with this “curiosity, Cecil could do nothing to help. He finally understood the waying “faster comes from

one’s

own mouth.

Lorenzo let out a low chuckle. “Curious?” The word sounded even more dangerous coming from him

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Bernard instinctively nodded, but immediately realized something was wrong and quickly shook his head. “No,

I'm not

curious. I'm not. | didn’t mean it.”

‘Oh no, what did | say wrong this time? It seems like Mr. Moretti’s tone had beceven more menacing Never

mind be decided, ‘I won't speak anymore. My mouth is clearly trouble-prone!

“Mr. Moretti, I'm not curious. | was just curious whether I could do it myself” said Bernard.

Cecil was stunned. He wanted to leave, to get out of there. He couldn't bear to listen to this any longer

*Mr. Moretti, | just remembered there's still something | haven't extracted from that guy. I'll go and interrogate

him” Cecil said, not waiting for Lorenzo's response before quickly leaving

He swore that from now on, he would stay far away whenever Bernard and Lorenzo were together. One slight

oversight could easily lead to collateral damage.

Lorenzo glanced at Bernard.

“Mr. Moretti, can | go with him to interrogate?” Bernard asked, hoping to escape as well. The oppressive

atmosphere was too intense, and his heart couldn't take it.

Lorenzo took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and asked, “What's your relationship with Macro?”

“What? We don’t have any relationship,” Bernard replied, confused by the sudden question. He had no

connection with Macro. And he had no idea why Lorenzo asked such a question.

Lorenzo said, “I think it would be good for you two to becbrothers.”

“We're not, Bernard insisted.

“You could be,” Lorenzo replied.

Bernard was bewildered. “What does “could be” mean? It is either one thing or the other. If Mr. Moretti said we

could be brothers, what does that imply?’

Lorenzo continued, “Macro is going to the Moalee Desert in a few days. You should go with him and keep him

comp sure you two will get along well.*

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Bernard's world shattered in an instant. He had just been discussing the horrors of the Moalee Desert with Cecil,

and now Lorenzo was sending him there. It seemed Cecil had guessed everything correctly.

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“Brotherhood is fine, but | don’t want to go to the Moalee Desert,” Bernard blurted out without thinking. He

couldn't go to that unbearable place.

The phrase “brotherhood is fine” clearly showed that Bernard still didn’t understand what Lorenzo meant. He had

inadvertently agreed that being brothers with Macro was acceptable.

Lorenzo glanced at him silently.

“Mr. Moretti,” Bernard called out.

Lorenzo asked, “Why did | keep you around in the first place?” He couldn't recall what had made him decide to

keep such a fool by his side.

“Gun skills,” Bernard replied.

Lorenzo nodded. “Right, | remember now.” He wouldn't have kept someone like Bernard around if he hadn't had

sreal talent.

Upstairs, Ella rolled over in her sleep and ended up falling off the bed with a loud thud, which left her feeling

dazed and confused.

She was an extremely restless sleeper. One task the household servants had to do every day was to tidy up

Ella’s bed.