Chapter 152

Before he could shut the door carefully, and moved forward.

“Jo?”

Arial's voice startled him, he stood still, the room illuminated, he was surprised to see Arial's eyes wide open.

“Where did you go to?” Arial was surprised to see him, missing on bed, she felt lonely and cold, Jo moved swiftly to the bed and entered under the duvet.

“I am sorry, I had to sign a few documents since I will be taking my role as the Bill Group president tomorrow” he said, and pecked her forehead.

“Hold me” Arial requested, pouting her lips, he chuckled and held her in his arms, as the both of them drifted to a deep slumber, Jo's subordinates dragged Mr. Bruce's body out of the house.

Along the street, a lady was jogging along the sidewalk, she closed late, as a shopkeeper, she has many buyers to attend to.

So, it took her until late into the night, before she could finish the business of the day.

She rummaged her purse for her phone, she wanted to order and urban, she inhaled, she got close to a dark corner.

Before she got hold of her phone and pulled it out, a hand stretched from the dark, and covered her mouth, and dragged her into the dark corner.

Sylvester knocked her out, and dragged her into his trunk, parked along the dark street, he started his trunk and drove off.

He got home and parked the trunk, pulled the unconscious lady out of the trunk, and carried her on the shoulder, marching towards the house.

She laid her on the floor, and tied her up, he left her, and took a shovel, he went out, and walked to a secluded area in the courtyard of the castle, and dug a hole.

He went inside the house, and sacked the remains of George, and walked towards where his head pinned to the stake was.

He pulled it off, and threw it into the sack, he carried it to the grave he had dug.

Sylvester threw the sack inside and sat at the grave, he brought out the little container in his breast pocket, and drank the liquor inside it.

He sat squatted before the grave, and watched George body intently, he reminisced on how George had helped him.

Young Sylvester laid on the ground helplessly, he has lost a lot of blood, his throat dried, he heard faint footfalls, and suddenly heard it more close.

He tried to open his heavy eyelids, but they were dull and resistant, he saw his face “water!” he mustered to say.

The man squatted before him, and forced his mouth open, the liquid substance entered his mouth, its taste was strange, and felt like flesh in his mouth.

Before he gave up the ghost, his eyes shutting unwittingly, and his body steadied.

Young Sylvester opened his eyes, he saw a man squatted before him, his blurry sight became sharper instantly, he panicked, crawling away from him immediately.

He