Chapter Forty-Two

"Did you already sent the letter?"

The man slightly nodded his head. "Yes, Sir."

"Are you sure that she will receive the letter?"

"Certainly, Sir," he answered with great confidence.

"Good. Go back to your work now." He rest his back on the backrest of his couch. The letter successfully sent to Celestine, he just hope that the letter reach her before Vincent get to read them.

Just when he thought he can finally have his fifteen minutes break, his phone suddenly rang. He pushed himself to reach for the phone on the other side of his table. He picked it up and put the phone against his ear.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"How are you, Bonifacio?" said the man on the other line with a devilish smirk lingered on his lips.

That voice, he knows that voice very well, he know it so well that he immediately recognized the person calling.

"Venedict," he said.

Venedict chuckled. "Guess you still remember me."

He clenched his jaw tightly. They haven't heard anything from Venedict sinc