Chapter 50

"You look worried, Conard?" Faraday sipped whiskey and looked at Conard sitting in a chair, looking a little pensive with a cigar in his hand. His guards stood on his right and left, with guns in their hands, very alert.

"I'm not worried." he said seriously while sweeping the ashes in the ashtray. Faraday stared at him curiously.

“Eric is back." Faraday shocked.

“What?" he asked in surprise, motioning for the servant to refill his whiskey glass.

He knew. I've married her." His tone faded, and Faraday wondered what the point was.

"It is not your fault?" he asked immediately. His ears tingled at his answer.

“But Alex." His lips parted. He had forgotten to drink whiskey at that time. Faraday smiled mysteriously.

“There cannot be anyone like you because you are such a cruel person who torments his criminal so much that he begs to die, but you like the smell of their blood so much that it does not let them die, but gives satisfaction by tormenting him, and now it is about your brother.” Fa