Honorable Hubby Behind Me

Chapter 57

"Blake Coleman, I'll ask you this one last time. Where is my wife?" Manfred's voice was as cold as ice, his

bloodied face resembling that of a vengeful ghost.

Blake was still nonchalant, as if he could not be touched. This was because he felt that neither Manfred nor

Samuel would dare to truly raise a hand against him.

"Didn't | already tell you? She's dead. She was already dead when you were taken," he said.

Manfred did not go ballistic like he did earlier.

Instead, he was still deathly calm. However, Samuel felt a vicious murderous intent radiating from the old man.

"Call your underlings. Get as many as you can," Samuel told Johann. If Manfred truly killed Blake here, they could

not escape with just the three of them.

Johann whipped out his phone in a frenzy and quickly punched the numbers on his phone.

"Since she's already dead, go ahead and accompany her, will you? She's scared of the dark," Manfred said.

Blake looked at him disdainfully and said, "You dare to kill me? Do you know the gravity of the retribution you will

face if | die here? In the end, it won't just be you. The three of you and the Sues will accompanyto my

grave."

Johann wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He knew that Blake meant every word he said. He was not like

Gareth; that man was a shrimp compared to Blake even though he, too, had his supporters. Blake's yearly

earnings from his casinos were startling. He definitely bought off plenty of powerful people. He would have long

been thrown into jail otherwise, with so many gambling dens being operated. If he got into trouble, it would

affect the profit of many people. Would they still have a place in Cloud City?

"Calm down, Manfred. He's no use to us dead," Johann advised the old man.

"Johann still has ssense, at least. Do you really have the f*cking guts, Manfred?" Blake looked at him

scornfully.

"Do whatever you want to do, Manfred," Samuel said. "I t doesn't matter how many or how strong his supporters

are."

Johann was shocked. Samuel actually thought nothing of Blake Coleman. Then would he seem cowardly with

what he just said?

"Pooh!" Blake looked at Samuel mockingly. "You really know how to lie, you good- for-nothing," he said. "Do you

know what kind of people have my back?"

Samuel did not even spare him a glance and said to Manfred, "I'll be waiting for you outside."

When he left, he called Johann to calong.

Blake's underlings enclosed the entire space outside the office. They saw Samuel and Johann coming out, but

none of them dared to make a rash move.

"You disappointed me." Samuel did not give two hoots about the danger surrounding him; his casual expression

was not a mask either.

Johann dipped his head. He did show his cowardliness with this incident. However, from his point of view, it was

only right to fear Blake, and the people backing him should not be underestimated. Trying to chop off the finger

here was like trying to provoke the entire body. Who knew what consequences they would have to face if Blake

died?

"You're really not scared of him, sir?" Johann said, almost not believing him. On what basis could Samuel be so

carefree?

Samuel's lips curled into a small smile. How could he be scared of people that only had influence in Cloud City?

Johann's men arrived, and Manfred still had not emerged out of the office. All the gamblers were shooed out. Two

hundred of Johann's men filled the entire casino.

Only then did Johann regain sconfidence. It did not matter what would happen in the future-so long as they

were safe then.

It took an entire half an hour before Manfred finally walked out of the office. Blood drenched his clothes, and his

eyes were empty voids.

Samuel knew that it was very likely that his wife had truly died in Blake's hands.

"Can you helpwith something?" Manfred said, his voice hoarse.

"Sure thing."

"lI want to bring her to Pinwheel Village. | need a car," Manfred said.

The casino's interrogation room was also a torture chamber built for swindlers. Manfred had found his wife's

lifeless body inside there.

Manfred carried his wife's body, suddenly stopping in the casino hall. "I'm back, Cloud City," he said softly.

The Manfred at that moment stood ramrod straight. He was no longer playing the part of the owner of a general

store. It was as though he had returned to the ruthless, untouchable man with ambition he had been five years

ago.

Samuel drove Manfred to Pinwheel Village. They did not burn the body. Instead, they both dug a grave in the

backyard of Manfred's old place.

That simple grave represented all the pain and sorrow in Manfred's life.

He squatted before the grave, a smile playing at his lips.

"Eight years ago, she toldthat she wanted to see

Cloud City in all its beauty. It tookthree years to rise to the top of the entire city. Then five years ago, she

toldshe was tired-that she wanted to rest. | dropped everything and lived my days peacefully with her."

'If you want the moon, | will give you the moon.

'If you want mountains to move, | will move mountains for you."

Manfred was so brave and bold that he would command the weather for his Juliet.

"The h*lI? Why were you so f*cking impulsive?" Despite Samuel's even temper, even he could not help but curse

after he heard Manfred's words.

Manfred flashed a bitter smile and looked at Samuel." You would do the sif you were me," he said.

This hypothetical situation drenched Samuel into deep thoughts, but he quickly shook his head. "No, | wouldn't,"

he replied. "I can only protect her if I'm strong enough." 1

"Maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way if | had thought that earlier." Manfred curled his fingers, digging

them into the soil.