Chapter 1559 Ferry, The Hard Target


    As Bernard began reading the document, Tom noticed the temptation in his eyes and said, "This job


    came to us from the head of an underground gang, and it''s one of the highest paid jobs I have ever


    task. But since you''re not one of us anymore, you''re the most suitable person for this job. Okay then,


    take care and good luck."


    "I''ll take it. Please keep your word, Tom. After this, I don''t ever want to see you again," Bernard replied


    confidently and looked into Tom''s eyes with determination.


    Tom threw back his head tough out loud. He stopped a few secondster and said, "I will. Let me be


    clear, Bernard. If you fail to kill him, you won''t make it out of there alive. Ferry, your target, is going to


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    make sure that you are dead before anything else. So, please get ready for this fight and use every


    ounce of skill you have for this mission, because you will need it!"


    Bernard hesitated for a few seconds to consider whether he had made the right decision or not. The


    target must have been someone very hard to deal with. Otherwise Tom wouldn''t have given him all


    these warnings.


    However, Bernard knew that he had no other choice but toply. If he had turned down this job, Tom


    would have to kill him and as far as he knew, no one had ever gone up against Tom and lived to tell


    about it. With that thought in mind, even though the target was going to be difficult, his chances of


    making it out of this alive seemed easier than dealing with Tom.


    "I will, and I have to," Bernard said, no emotion in his voice. With a curt nod, he then left with the


    document.


    Tom watched him disappear into the dark, knitting his brows and sping his hands behind his back.


    A few days ago, Tom had received a phone call from Holley.


    "Tom, please help me! I''ll be dead if you don''t!" she said on the other side of the line.


    Tom was caught by surprise because she was not supposed to call him.


    "How can I help you?" Tom then asked in no hurry, slowly tapping his fingers on the table.


    "It''s Ferry! I can''t stand him anymore. Tom, I want him to die. Will you help me?" Her ceaseless sobbing


    and quivering voice was a clear indication that she was scared out of her wits.


    Tom narrowed his eyes, wondering who this Ferry was and why Holley wanted to kill him.


    All he knew for certain was that this man Holley mentioned must have been a tough guy.


    Tom failed to kill Rachel, after he had promised Holley he''d do so, and he still received a payment from


    her for taking the job. Since he still owed Holley from thest time, he decided to do her a favor now.


    Thus, he agreed to kill Ferry for her. However, to his surprise, he found that there wasn''t much


    information on Ferry floating about for him to collect.


    He had been constantly thinking about how to deal with his problem when Bernard showed up out of


    the blue. Tom immediately knew the right opportunity had presented itself to him.


    Tom''s lips cracked into a bloodthirsty grin as his eyes fixated in the direction where Bernard left.


    "Don''t me me for this one, Bernard. You asked for it. It is better for the doer to undo what he has


    done," Tom muttered under his breath, before he also vacated the isted ce quietly.


    When Bernard returned to the ce where they were staying in, Rachel was still asleep. The sight of


    her peaceful face in slumber gave him the strength to carry out his mission. Taking off his clothes


    quietly, hey down on the bed and gazed at Rachel without blinking.


    He would rather die than live a life without the woman he was looking at right now. Besides, they were


    not stuck in a rut yet, and as long as there was hope, he would do his best to pull the both of them out


    from under the ws of death. Bernard gently touched her face and tucked a strand of hair behind her


    ear before he eventually closed his eyes to fall asleep.


    Came nightfall, in the gathering gloom of stars and the moon, people without a partner would always


    feel lonely. Sheryl stood motionless in the cold breeze after seeing I and her husband out. Truth to


    be told, she was stung by the intimacy of that couple, which was something that was out of her reach


    now.


    The vivid memories of people iming her rtionship with Charles to be a match made in heaven


    came to her mind, and it felt as though it all happened just yesterday. In reality, however, she was all


    alone. Everything from the past was still there, but her man was no longer with her. All that was left to


    her were memories of days gone by.


    Sheryl foolishly believed that she would be strong enough to get through this hardship on her own. But


    now, she realized that she was wrong. Tears began falling down from her eyes at their own ord. She


    tried to smile, but the tears kept on falling even as she forced the corners her mouth to curve upwards.


    Then, she decided not to force herself to be happy but to cry until she had cried her heart out. The


    street was quiet at this hour and since she was the only person there, she didn''t need to worry about


    people seeing her like that.


    Standing at the doorway, shoulders slouched in dejection, Sheryl wept, for what seemed like forever to


    her, until her head started aching. She then turned around to look at the apartment where rk and


    Shirley were now. Wiping the residual tears from her face, she took a deep breath and then smiled.


    "What''s happened has already happened, and now only time can heal my wounds," she said to herself


    before stepping inside her new home.


    Inside the apartment, Joan had just put the kids to bed. She then went to the living room to finish her


    chores before going to bed herself. She hurriedly came to the door when she heard the noise and


    greeted Sheryl with a smile. Her smile disappeared when she spotted Sheryl''s tear-soaked, swollen


    eyes. Joan sighed, contemting whether to ask her if she was all right. But as soon as she opened


    her mouth, Sheryl cut her short.


    "Joan, please do me a favor and take care of the kids for the next few days. I''ve got a lot on my te


    and the only person I can rely on right now is you. So, thank you," Sheryl smiled, sounding as though it


    was just business as usual, implying that she didn''t want to talk about her problems.


    Joan nodded her head and replied, "Please, don''t worry at all. You can count on me. Just focus on


    yourself and your work. I''ll take care of them."


    Sheryl expressed her gratitude with a smile, "Goodnight, Joan."


    As an experienced nanny, Joan had a good sense of when to speak and when not to. It was obvious


    that Sheryl didn''t want to share her feelings at the moment, so Joan decided to let it be and went back


    to her room.


    At the same time, in the living room, Sheryl heaved a sigh of relief, having sensed that Joan wanted to


    process her own thoughts first.


    She sat on the couch and looked out the window into the velvet darkness that was the night sky, lost in


    her thoughts. She only came to close her eyes as dawn broke.


    In the morning, when rk woke up and came into the living room, he found his mother sleeping on


    the couch instead of her bed.


    rk rubbed his eyes and then head in confusion. He then shook his head with a smile when he


    realized that his mother was just as naughty as his little sister, who sometimes wanted to spend the


    night in the living room. But his father or mother would eventually carry Shirley and put her in her bed


    after she fell asleep.


    rk tiptoed to the couch and gazed at Sheryl sleeping soundly. Sighing inwardly, he realized that his


    mother must have been exhausted due to the past few days. She could barely sleep ever since she


    caught his father with another woman.


    Never before had he felt such a strong urge to protect his mother. He swore to himself that he would


    never let Sheryl down. He pulled out a nket from his cupboard and then put it over his mother.


    After looking around and finding nothing do to, rk quietly slinked to the kitchen to see what Joan


    was cooking for breakfast.


    Joan almost jumped out of her skin when she spotted rk standing beside her. She wasn''t expecting


    him to be up so early, and besides, he snuck in without making any noise.


    "Joan, rx! I won''t eat you!" rk was amused by her sudden reaction and he couldn''t help making


    fun of her.


    "You''re up so early, my dear. Where is your sister? Still in bed?" Joan asked.


    "Right. I was woken up by a bad dream, actually. Shirley always needs more sleep than me." rk


    then shook his head and added, "Girls are troublesome indeed. Shirley refused to go to bedst night.


    She said that she missed our bedroom in Dream Garden and I had to read to her to help her sleep." He


    sounded like an adult.


    Joan burst intoughter at the little gentleman.


    "You''re so sweet, rk. You''ve even started looking after your sister, even though you''re the same age


    as her," Joan praised.


    rk shrugged his shoulders, because this wasn''t the first time somebody had told him that.


    Sheryl was a light sleeper. Although, Joan and rk had deliberately made less noises, she woke up


    not too long after.


    "You''re up early today, my little boy. What are you doing in the kitchen? Let me guess. Learning how to


    cook?" Sheryl teased rk as she stopped in front of the kitchen door.


    rk, who was ying with a green onion, paused and cast a taunting nce at his mother. "Nope! I


    woke up early and I had nothing to do, so now I am ying here because I was afraid of waking you up


    in the living room."