Chapter 57


    Oliver’s death only became a piece of news to the Sterling family. Since he had no family and because


    he wasn’t even driving a vehicle from the Sterling family, they were not obligated to exin anything.


    When the hospital called the Sterling family to take his body home, Shawn refused.


    Later that day, Devon went to the hospital the next day and spent his own money to cremate Oliver along


    with some nts he had collected from the vi. Oliver liked to water nts so much so he’d do it even


    after dinner every night, so Devon wanted to do this.


    As for the crumpled bugatti, it was sent to a scrapyard.


    When Devon returned to the vi as a tired old man, he entered the dorms and sat on his bed. He


    grabbed a water bottle and emptied half of it before putting it back on the desk, and that was when he


    noticed the familiar tinum card on the desk.


    His expression froze for a second. And then tears sprang up to his eyes. “Oliver… did you fight the


    casino guys for me?” he couldn’t control his tears. “I was very mistaken about you. You really were a


    good guy.” He lowered his head, covered his eyes with his hand and cried. After crying for more than


    three minutes, he grabbed the card. mes of anger rose in his eyes. “Is your death really an ident,


    or…”


    He wanted to do something, but he felt like he was too old to investigate by himself.


    Meanwhile, it was getting dark outside.


    The Rowdy Queen was cooking instant noodles in her house, but being near the stove made her cough.


    Everything in her house was in disorder. Even the clothes and emptied food packets were lying


    everywhere. In short, it was a mess.


    “Whoever that pizza-delivery guy was, he’s no joke. I’ve never seen anyone disarm a gun so quickly and


    effectively. While he cost me a packet of pot, I still feel lucky that he wasn’t interested in me. At my age,


    I’m not in a position topete with hot-blooded youngsters.” Her stomach rumbled. “Shit,” she rubbed


    her belly. “I finished a full bowl of vegetable soup in the afternoon, but all the tension and thinking has


    already made me hungry.” She coughed a couple of times. “Damn. The cough is really persistent today.”


    Knock Knock.


    “Mm?” she frowned. “Who is it at this hour?” she peeked past the curtain and noticed an old man with a


    bowl in one hand and a walking stick in the other. He looked pretty terrible. (Look at him. Is he the


    beggar king or what? But why in the world is he begging at this hour?) She took a breath and said, ‘who


    is it,’ loudly. “Just a hungry beggar hoping for a meal.” A rather dull reply reached her ears, suggesting


    the other party was hungry maybe? “I don’t have anything to offer,” she barked impatiently. “Just leave.”


    “Why are you lying, ma’am?” His voice contained a bit of annoyance. “I can smell the noodles you’re


    cooking.”


    “Tch, does this guy have a dog’s nose or what?” she ground her teeth before dropping the coriander


    leaves in the cooking pot. “Even if I let him in, I don’t think he’ll have any money for me to steal.” She


    then yelled, “I’m cooking just for myself. Go away.”


    A second of silence followed.


    Knock. Knock. A vein in her neck throbbed. The door was knocked again. She had enough of this


    beggar’s y. Rolling up her sleeves, she stamped her feet on her way to the door and opened it with


    force. “Since you want to be pped so badly…” she waved her hand at him. He caught her wrist and


    said, “You are still as arrogant as ever, Lily.”


    Her expression froze. Only one man had ever called her by that name very long ago. “Y-You are … Don’t


    tell me…” she backed away. “W-What do you want?” her heart was beating fast. “D Did youe here to


    take revenge after all this while?” her body shook against her will. “If I really wanted revenge, I would


    have made your life miserable long ago,” he said and removed his mask, surprising her. Now she was


    able to remember her face. “But seeing how you’re living now, alone, depressed, and awaiting death… I


    think you’re suffering enough.” She gnashed her teeth. “Alfred Bond!” The scariest moments of her past


    shed in her mind, when a single assassin stormed into the secondrgest mafia of the country and


    routed them


    all by himself. Over three thousand of them. Seeing this monster among monsters, whom she


    backstabbed in the name of love and failed, she couldn’t control her heartbeat. Even after having


    thousands of deadly battles, there was only one scar on his back, and that was a knife wound given by


    her, aimed at his heart. But somehow, he survived.


    “Why do you look like so shocked?” he asked, letting out a faint smile. “Did you think I’d be pushing up


    the daisies by now?”


    “I-If you’re alive, then that means ‘that’family is still…” her heart rang in her ears.


    Alfred’s gaze turned a tad bit serious, but his facial muscles were calm. “If you are gonna stay shocked


    like that, you’re gonna have a cramp in the face. You are not young anymore.” He walked up to the stove


    and turned it off before pouring the hot noodles in the bowl. When his hand reached out for the fork, her


    heart skipped many beats. She had seen this man kill dozens with a fork in the past, after all


    As he slurped on the noodles, he nodded in appreciation. “Mhmm, your cooking has improved. You got


    better at using the spices.”


    The spice mixture came with the noodles packet when she had bought it in the supermarket, but she


    didn’t feel the need to tell that to him.


    “W-What are you here for?” she asked. She wanted to know that more than anything else.


    “Didn’t I already tell you? I’m just here for the noodles, but…” he sniffed the surroundings a little bit, “it


    seems you still haven’t quit your bad habit. It may be a soft drug, but when consumed over a period, its


    effects on one’s health are uncool.”


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    She didn’t say anything.


    “Do you remember the first time we met,” he asked. “It was a beautiful night. I met a woman who


    outshined the moon, or so I thought.”


    She lowered her head in regret. After finishing half of the noodles, he put the bowl on the table and


    began walking out.” Goodbye.” As he left her sight, she wanted to apologize like she wanted to in the


    past, but again, what she had done wasn’t something that could be erased or forgotten with a mere


    apology. She just watched him leave. Seconds passed. Even though her stomach was making noises,


    her heart right now didn’t feel like eating. Sitting in the chair, she suffered in her head.