Chapter 747: Chapter 8 Making the Most of Everything
When Galen heard this name, his body trembled and the light in his eyes shone as if it were tangible.
The person standing 5 meters away from him was the murderer of his mother!
The bastard who manipulated his life!
Protected by his bodyguards, Send 9 spoke.
As the ninth in line to the Send Family, the arrogant Send 9 was not a fool.
At least, when it came to his own safety, Send 9 was very careful.
At all times, a squad of family guards would follow him, whether he was eating, sleeping, or as now, appearing on the street.
Even, to some extent, this squad carefully assembled by him at a high price was the source of Send 9’s haughty confidence.
Just like at this moment.
Send 9 could see the malevolence in Galen’s eyes.
Even with such resentment, wasn’t he still behaving submissively?
As for the reason for the resentment?
Send 9 didn’t give it much thought.
Because such looks were all too familiar to him, too numerous.
Every day, he was subjected to such looks countless times.
At first, he would personally investigate and clarify the reasons for such incidents.
His secretary would handle these matters.
Once he became the head of Family affairs in Zone F, a highly capable secretary was assigned by the family.
Not only capable but also extremely good-looking.
A pity that she couldn’t provide him with more ‘services.’
But in matters like security checks, he was at ease.
The secret technique would thoroughly investigate and then hand over to him any reports of danger.
She would take care of everything.
Naturally, there would be some ‘misunderstandings.’
But he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.
His life was above all else.
The look in his eyes just now was too annoying.
Send 9 thought this but didn’t act immediately.
Trash can be recycled.
And so could a useless person.
"I’ve taken an interest in you, I allow you to serve me.”
"This is your honor.”
"If you do well, I will reward you.”
For example: a swift death.
Send 9 thought maliciously to himself, his face’s fake smile beaming even brighter, and he almost looked forward to seeing Galen’s expression when he received the ‘reward.’
Surely some cuteness!
Send 9 did not consider himself a pervert.
From birth, he stood at a point most people could never reach in their lifetime.
Aside from the occasional intellectual battle with his brothers and sisters, he had these little pastimes.
How could such a small hobby be called perverted?
At least, it was much more noble than those vulgar Straw Coat Dances or Living Human Teas.
He was, after all, a well-mannered person.
Praising himself in his mind, Send 9 spoke up on his own.
"Jason, you know, right?”