When She Unveils Identities

Chapter 477

Chapter 477 – Enemies

Larry looked at Shirley and asked curiously, “He is just an idiot. How can you let him make up for his mistakes?”

Shirley stood up and walked in front of Irving, helping him up. “Irving, I know that you are loyal to my brother.

It’s just that your eyes are really not very good. It has been four years and you have not found out that he is a fake.

You should also want to know who this fake is, right?” Irving’s lips were pale, and he was a little weak. He said with a guilty face, “Boss saved my life.

My life belongs to him. Unfortunately, I am blind. I am stupid enough to take a fake as my boss. Shame on me!”

“Hey, don’t say those words. Tell me, do you want to know who this fake is?” “Of course I want to know!”

rving was no longer as gentle and calm as before. His eyes were full of hatred. “This imposter is simply too bold.

He actually dared to impersonate Mr. Quintin. He should know that he can’t be caught by me. Otherwise, I will definitely kill him!”

Ahem, don’t get agitated yet…” Shirley tried to pacify Irving. She felt that Irving seemed to have changed from a talented scholar to a ruthless devil.

It was a bit extreme since he kept saying that he wanted to kill someone. Was Irving influenced by Larry?

Thinking about it, Shirley thought that the “imposter” was not guilty of death. Other than making the “abnormal” Crimson Pawnshop become “

normal”, he did not seem to have done anything wrong. “You have the chance to make up for your mistakes.

A long as you lure the ‘imposter’ out, I will let Larry forget about the past and forgive you. What do you think?” Shirley suggested with a forced smile.

“Well…” Irving swallowed his saliva and did not reply. His expression was a little complicated, making it hard for Shirley to guess his thoughts.

“Sure.” Larry slapped the table and said, “This is your only chance to atone for your sins. Don’t let us down.”

“Yes, boss. I, I will try my best!”

Irving nodded and said worriedly. To be honest, after following the “imposter” for four years, Irving had already been convinced by the personality charm of the “imposter”.

In the past, Irving’s hobby was to take a person’s heart alive, and he studied how to use a knife to ensure that he could take out the heart in the most perfect state.

Ever since Irving had followed the “imposter”, in these short four years, he had been forced to wear a long gown, read ancient txts, and study how to see if the rare treasure was authentic and flawless.

Irving’s hands had not been stained with blood for a long time, so long that he almost thought that he was really a scholar…

If Irving really succeeded in luring the “imposter”, then according to Larry’s style, the ’imposter” must die!

After dealing with the problems that had piled up in Crimson Pawnshop over the years, Larry finally heaved a sigh of relief.

e was immersed in the joy of reuniting with Shirley. “Shirley, what do you like to eat? I will make it for you. We will celebrate together.”

Larry rolled up his sleeves and asked Shirley in a doting tone. “Are you good at cooking?” Shirley was a little surprised.

She didn’t think that the cruel and bloodthirsty Midnight Ghost would actually cook meals by himself.

This was exactly the same as a fake. Larry wore an apron and busied himself in the kitchen. He said with a gentle smile, “It’s not very good.

It’s just that I have been a little adult since I was a child. I have long been used to buying ingredients, cooking, washing clothes, and so on.”

Shirley leaned against the wall and looked at the busy but orderly Larry. She sighed in her heart. How many meals did he make to bcome so skilled?

“Larry, can you tell me how you have been all these years?” Shirley asked carefully, afraid that if she was not careful, she would stab a sore spot that Larry did not want to expose.

Larry didn’t reply. Larry was cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife in his hand. At that moment, he obviously paused and pursed his lips without saying anything.

“Well, it’s fine if you don’t tell me. Anyway, everything in the past is in the past, and it’s not that important. What’s important is the future!”

Shirley saw Larry’s depression and hurriedly changed the topic. “It doesn’t matter…” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Larry smiled faintly and continued to cut the vegetables in his hands. He said neither softly nor seriously, “

Indeed, rarely have I mentioned my past to anyone. To be exact, I have never mentioned my past to anyone. But you are different.

You are my sister. If you want to know, I will tell you without reservation.” “Alright, I’m listening.” Shirley nodded and prepared to listen to Larry’s story.

She knew that this must be a very long and tortuous story.