Free Web NovelChapter 211: Chapter 71: Coincidence
Everything in the world has its own rules, and every person has their weaknesses and ways of thinking.
In the dimly lit bar, a spark of fire flashed, followed by a long breath and the faint smell of tobacco.
"Buddy, this is the target," a man said as he took out a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table, displaying a middle-aged man with a receding hairline.
"Compensation?" The shadow across from him flickered in the light of the fire.
"This much," the man said with a smile as he stretched out his hand.
"Three days," the other hand extended, took the photo from the table, and pocketed it.
Since I was young, my father told me to learn how to observe, and then I could discover many things.
"Mr. Boros! What do you think about the accusations Fields has made against you?" A group of reporters, each holding a microphone, almost shoved them into the mouth of the receding-hair man.
"It’s all lies, and my lawyer will help me prove it!" Boros’s bodyguard pushed through the surrounding journalists, escorting Boros into the luxurious sedan.
"These damn hyenas, flies that smell blood!" Boros grumbled, sitting on the plush cushion, while his secretary wiped the snow from his body.
"Sir, do we need to..." A man beside him made a throat-slitting gesture.
"No need, that guy is being watched by a bunch of media right now. If he dies now, then I will be the prime suspect," Boros said as he slightly opened his mouth, and the pretty secretary automatically picked up a cigar, lit it, and respectfully placed it in Boros’s mouth.
"On the contrary, I want him to stay alive. Those rats won’t overlook this," said Boros with a grim face, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Your will shall be done," the man nodded and fell silent again.
The driver, observing his surroundings, smoothly shook off several followers and then arrived at a small villa.
Boros got out of the car. This place was where he kept his mistress; besides the bodyguards and the butler, no one knew about it.
"My dear~" A very shapely woman came out smiling. freewebnøvel.com
Boros’s eyes immediately fixed on her heaving curves.
"My sweetheart~" Boros went over and took his mistress into his arms.
The butler led the others inside, and it took ten minutes before he came out and nodded to Boros.
"Really~every time it’s like this~" the mistress looked up at Boros with watery eyes, feigning annoyance.
"Heh heh, my little sweetheart, it’s all for safety~" Boros said with pride, embracing his mistress as they entered the villa.
The butler waved, and the bodyguards began to guard the villa.
"I don’t understand why the boss doesn’t let us wear sunglasses," a bodyguard whispered to his friend.
"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask," the friend cautioned softly, and then continued to watch the surroundings without being distracted, as he didn’t want to lose his job.
Meanwhile, a pair of eyes quietly watched all this from a distance.
When you find the pattern and grasp people’s hearts, everything else naturally follows.
The next day, Boros walked out of the villa looking satisfied, while the sedan quietly waited outside.
"What’s on the agenda today?" Boros asked, closing his eyes and leaning back in the leather seat.
"Today you need to go to the Senate first for an inquiry, then have lunch with the chairman of Melan Heavy Industries, followed by attending the President’s banquet..." The secretary quickly reported Boros’s itinerary for the day.
"Alright, where is the dead man?" Boros looked toward his own butler.
"Yesterday, we stopped three strangers and found a package under his car." The butler reported swiftly.
"Once the situation has calmed down, I hope to attend Mr. Fields’s funeral," Boros said calmly, but the butler knew he was very angry.
Anfield stood on 62nd Street, silently observing everything around him: commuters bustling for their livelihoods, security personnel on patrol, and the busy street.
Anfield looked up at the sky; the weather was very good today, with the sun already shining down on the street.
Anfield lowered his head to look at the puddles on the street. Although sanitation workers had already cleaned up, there were still puddles.
"Lin Otherwise 017 model... careful driver... a celebrity out for a jog..." Anfield kept muttering to himself in a low voice.
After a while, he raised his head to check his watch, the time was just right.
Anfield leisurely crossed the road and then stood on the sidewalk, watching the traffic director rushing towards him.
The director was in a hurry; seeing Anfield standing in the middle of the road looking at his phone, he simply ran past him, then stepped into a puddle.
"Such bad luck!" The director cursed under his breath, shooting a glare back at Anfield, who had already walked on.
However, the splash landed on a woman wearing a mask and sunglasses, and her shrill scream pierced through the street.
The celebrity was very displeased. This damned person, how could he step into a puddle just as she was passing by?
It had to be deliberate!
Possibly due to the distinctive sound of her voice, people quickly gathered around.
The celebrity was soon exposed, and some fans joyously surrounded her with their phones out.
Meanwhile, Boros’s car happened to pass by 62nd Street, and the driver immediately noticed the crowd by the street. Out of caution, he turned to glance at it.
The intense sunlight streamed through the car window onto the driver’s face, causing him to blink.
At that moment, the traffic light turned red, but the driver didn’t notice, and the car ran through it, getting hit by a truck from the side.
"Sun God Corporation CEO involved in car accident!"
"Does the Lin Otherwise 017 model pose a safety hazard?"
"Fields’s death!"
A series of news dominated the headlines for a week, but soon the incident settled down. It was a coincidence.
Anfield looked contentedly at the wealth piling up in his account, tossing his phone into the sea.
The so-called coincidence was but the inevitable outcome of a chain reaction, as it had always been.
"What is this?" Anfield was surprised to see a wooden door in front of him; this was his own home, why was there a wooden door here?
Anfield frowned and checked the surveillance, then realized that no one had entered.
Then Anfield turned the wooden door and walked in.
"Welcome to the Dream Restaurant~ Dear guest~" A female with wings on her back walked up with a smile.
