Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 82 Business World Was Like A Battlefield (2)

Three days later, the front line received the goods and materials. A high-level officer immediately thanked Richie on the phone.

"Thank you so much for your goods and materials. On behalf of all the soldiers, I'd like to express my sincere appreciation to you," the man said in a sonorous voice.

"You are welcome. It's what I should do." There was a hint of smile in his voice.

They talked for a while, and then Richie asked about the local condition as usual.

"I don't know..." suddenly, he asked in a very obscure way.

The speech was interrupted directly, and the sound of someone patting on the chest could be heard through the microphone. "Don't worry, I understand."

The phone was hung up forcefully due to the time limit. Richie squinted his eyes and showed the most satisfied smile in the past few days.

Now it was time to see Becker, the "good" friend in prison. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

After the lawsuit, there was only an empty shell of the Wang Group left, and it was then found that internal funds had been transferred maliciously, and many loan companies came to visit him.

Because of the huge loophole in the funds, Becker was locked up in prison, and also for several cases before.

He had done so many things, but it was all in vain.

He had been in prison for a few days to reflect on what he had become. He didn't know what it looked like, but he knew it wouldn't be good.

Which made him adapt to the change from being high spirited and vigorous to being imprisoned overnight. And he would definitely be extremely sad and happy.

Richie drove himself to the police station where Becker was imprisoned. After he got through to the police, he directly went in to see Becker without his permission.

The man was dressed in an orange prison suit. He huddled himself up on the edge of the bed and his eyes were as dull as seeing through the vanity of life.

He was really a pretentious man.

Just then, the prison door was knocked by a new policeman, and the chains made a long, crisp sound. "Becker has a visitor."

He turned around and saw the man in a black overcoat. Then he quickly put on a respectful expression and said, "Mr. Richie, please enjoy yourself. I'll leave you alone."

The others nodded and ran away in a hurry. Apparently, they were extremely afraid of the man.

It was not his fault to be so timid. It was just because he was a prisoner in this prison, and his previous identity was so high to make their chief worry.

But still by this man, he was broken down.

Becker looked up at him. He hadn't cleaned himself up for several days, and there was much stubble on his chin. He asked hoarsely, "What are you doing here?"

"Look at your jokes." Richie walked around the iron prison with a mocking smile.

This was the price of offending Sruthan Group.

The man sat on the bedside and didn't talk back. Just a few days, he got dispirited and looked like an old man.

No one would doubt that he aged ten years in an instant.

When he was in trouble, his wife asked for a divorce and intended to go back to her mother's house with their son.

Love was blind. As the saying went, a day together as husband and wife meant endless devotion. But when faced with a difficult situation, they just deviated from each other.

The shares of Wang Group were sold at a low price by the senior executives who only took profit. As a result, the share value was so low that people felt it worthless.

Richie gazed at him for a while, then he suddenly took out an olive branch and said, "if you tell me now who gives you benefits at the customs and let you completely think about the person that burn down the bridges, perhaps I can help you."

The man sat on the bed, eyes dull, lips closed and said nothing.

Didn't he think that Richie would be a kind person to help him? To increase his sentence? Thank his whole family.

Richie looked up at him, sat down on the chair beside, and asked in a provocative tone, "you dare not say it?"

"Fine. I'll try to make you spend the rest of your life in prison." He flicked his fingers on the table and smiled as cunning as a fox.

Hearing that, the man on the bed finally reacted. His lips trembling, he wanted to curse, but his wisdom came over at this moment.

He couldn't curse her now.

No one knew whether he would help him or not, but it would be hard for him to swallow his words.

He was afraid that he would have to spend the rest of his life in a dark place.

Richie looked at the perplexed and unwilling look on his face, frowning and standing up.

"Since it's so hard for you, I won't push you. You know, I'm always considerate." He grinned, showing off his good bargain.

He was so considerate, like a devil in human skin.

Becker frowned and said anxiously, "I'll tell you, but I don't know much..."

As he observed him, his voice dwindled.

"Of course you can choose to stay here with me or make up some stories, as long as you like to live here."

Becker bit his lip and closed his eyes to calm down. Then he said, "That woman who wanted to cooperate with me at the customs office gave me an agreement and she said that as long as I did as she said, I could get twice the amount of money.

I really don't know about anything else. I can't tell even if you make me to die here."

That man seemed to have no fear for death. Richie believed him and asked casually, "Did she order you to raise the price?"

The man's face darkened. He said through gritted teeth, "I wanted to make a fortune, so I went to Sruthan Building to offer this kind of insane condition."

He had been using all his efforts to depreciate herself and elevate the other, which was the rule for the weak in negotiation.

"Where is the agreement now?"

"It's in the place where I live, but it's blocked now."

The lawsuit ended with only underwear left. The company and villa were sold up.

Richie nodded slightly and was about to go out. Becker was anxious when he didn't hear what he wanted to say. "Richie, you can't eat your words."

The man seemed to smile and said lightly, "don't worry. I'll let you out after staying a little longer in the room."

It was none of his business how to save him.

He fished his mobile phone out of his pocket and made a call to Tim, briefing him about that thing and asking him to go to the villa to get it.

He was about to drive himself to the hospital. Since that accident, he had never been back to the hospital. The cuts were a little painful because of the slackness.

Thinking of Consuela's face, Richie couldn't help but chuckle. He was really enchanted by her.

He wondered whether she had missed him these days.

He looked for a few times on the phone, but there was no missed call or sweet messages.

She didn't care about others at all.

After he parked his car and rushed to the ward, looking forward to seeing his little wife. When he pushed the door open, he saw Wendy sitting on the bed.

She looked at him with a faint smile.