Chapter 1232


    Command Room.


    Otis sits on the couch, his legs hanging off the coffee table, his cigar in his hand.


    The scarlet me jumped between his fingers, and he did not smoke it, letting the cigar keep burning.


    He looked so gloomy that no one knew what he was really thinking.


    Eugene stood by with trepidation, not daring to breathe.


    Until the cigar burned all the way to Otis''s fingers, he felt the burn, shook violently, and threw the butt


    on the floor.


    Eugene hurriedly bent down, picked up the cigarette butt on the ground and inserted them into the


    ashtray.


    The ashtray, long ago, was filled with cigarette butts.


    On Otis''s face, there is no expected panic, Otis instead took out another cigar, holding it to his lips, the


    lighter in his hand turned nimbly, lowered his head to light the cigar, and puffed hard.


    Outside the window, the night is brightly lit.


    Smoke, Otis''s expression became more and more calm, and when he finished his cigarette, it was as if


    everything was back to normal.


    "Eugene , how long have you been with me?" Otis asked suddenly.


    Eugene''s head tingled and he replied, "Mr. Robertson, three years and nine months."


    "Oh, you do remember well." Otisughed coldly, "What kind of a person do you think, I am?"


    Eugene secretly broke into a cold sweat, not knowing how to answer.


    This time, on the Hill 372 secret hospital there would be a strong attack, but they not expect to be


    Frank escaped before they did. Fortunately, Otis personally participated in themand of this attack,


    otherwise, the failure if all on his head. He was afraid he has been broken into pieces.


    "Mr. Robertson, I think you are wise." Eugene replied spectively, tteringly, "You think far ahead


    and never do anything you''re not sure of."


    After saying that, Eugene already felt sweat all over his back.


    "Huh. Deeply thoughtful." Otis smiled meaningfully.


    "What do you think of the failure of this strong attack?" Otis finally asked to the point.


    Eugene was even more anxious and simply knelt down in front of Otis with a thud, "Mr. Robertson, we


    really did our best this time. I guess, perhaps, Cecelia has woken up? She is behind everything.


    Otherwise, with Frank''s ability, there is no way he could have nned things out so well."


    "Moreover, they have found help, inside and outside. ording to the tip-offs given from the front, the


    person assisting from the outside is most likely Chris , a distant rtive of Cecelia, themander-in-


    chief of the Alvonia military. That''s why we were defeated ..."


    Eugene speaks more and more in a whisper.


    "Mr. Robertson, what do we do now?"


    Eugene''s heart ispletely lost, only he knows best, Cecelia was rescued, Charlotte is not the real


    the Heath family''s daughter, Otis’s son-inw of the Heath family aura is no longer there.


    It won''t be long before Cecelia will officially reveal Charlotte''s identity to the media. At the same time,


    Ralph''s direct line will be recalled, and by then, won''t they really be a traitor?


    If Otis didn''t have her in his hands, he would have wanted to run.


    Otis'' sharp gaze swept over Eugene, as if reading his mind, "What, are you afraid?"


    "Mr. Robertson ." Eugene fell to his knees, not daring to get up.


    "Oh, didn''t you just say that you thought I never did anything I wasn''t sure of." Otis dusted off his


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    cigarette ash, "You think I dare to do this easily without a n b?"