Chapter 1019

After getting enough sleep, he went to his office at the charity

commission.

It had become quite a habit of his to go to the office every day and have

a good look at his "wealth".

Just a look at it was enough to make him feel energetic the whole day.

Today, he entered the office as usual, closed the door and closed all

the automatic curtains.

He made sure no one could ever see him from the outside.

He rubbed his hands and excitedly took down the oil painting on the

wall.

When he looked at the safe behind the painting, he was almost

drooling.

He skillfully pressed his fingerprint, entered the code, and with a click,

he opened the safe.

He froze.

Unexpectedly, it was empty.

He thought perhaps he was just not completely awake yet, so he

rubbed his eyes.

He looked again and still there was nothing.

He felt his heart was about to explode and hurriedly reached inside the

safe.

All he could feel was the cold, hard stainless steel, and the coldness

constantly reminded him that it was empty, all empty!

His mind went blank.

The first thing that came to his mind was that he must inform Otis.

The only person who knew that he had a vault, other than himself, was

Otis.

He trembled and shivered as he took his phone out of his pocket.

He called Otis's private number.

When dialing the number, his fingers kept trembling, and he just could

not get the numbers right with his trembling fingers.

With great difficulty, he held the phone tightly with both hands. That

way, he could only barely control the fierce trembling of his fingers, and

finally made the call.

After about a dozen rings...

Otis finally picked up the phone, and he sounded slightly impatient.

"What's wrong? I'm busy!"

"Mr. Robertson..." Mr. Clark stammered, "Could you please come to my

office?"

"What am I supposed to do in your office at all?!" Otis asked irritably.

"Oh, God!" Mr. Clark's eyes widened, and the beating of his heart had

become so violent that he couldn't control it himself.

"What's wrong?" Otis noticed his unusual voice.

"Money, money ... vault ... my money ... all gone ..."

Mr. Clark had not been able to say a full sentence at all. His body kept

shaking, and his face had been so pale.

"What money? Can you even say it properly.” Otis seemed to be

furious over the phone.

Unfortunately, Mr. Clark's phone slipped from his hand and fell to the

ground with a "pop" and the screen was instantly shattered.

He rolled his eyes, and suddenly he began convulsing. “Boom.” He

finally fell to the ground.

It was over. He knew he was having a heart attack, but he had the door

to his room closed and no one outside could see him fall to the ground,

much less likely that someone would come in to give him first aid.

He curled up on the ground twitching, and his veins were popping up

on his face and neck, and he was running out of breath.

He reached out and his hands were now full of wrinkles.

His eyes were full of hate and reluctance, and it seemed that he still

could not believe what he saw.

"Money ... money ..." He hissed, but he could not even hear his own

voice now.

At the other end of the phone, only Otis's furious roar remained.

"Hey, hey, idiot! What the hell is going on? Come on!"

"Hey!"

"Asshole!"

Mr. Clark's powerless hand slowly dropped and his eyes closed forever