Day 5 of failing to pass the checkpoint

The passageway was covered with brightly colored carpets with a Middle Eastern flair, and portraits of Francis family ancestors hung on both sides.

The warm-toned lighting in the corridor... oh dear, it hurts my eyes.

A nouveau riche is a nouveau riche; don't think that spending a lot of money to hire a famous painter to fabricate portraits of their ancestors will make people believe it.

This old geezer is so old and still causing trouble. Can't he just die peacefully?

He recalled Judith's message: "Useless subordinate, he even managed to get injured during a mission."

Veronica didn't understand. The person her sister sent her was incompetent, and she couldn't let it go until he returned and gave her a proper explanation.

Oh, sister, she really ruined her life.

The door, carved with patterns of the Virgin Mary, was just a stone's throw away. Veronica stood outside for two or three seconds before putting on her usual expression and pushing the door open.

Veronica knew who she was: a neglected, lonely wife yearning for love, whose character was based on greed and cowardice, and most importantly, she could not suppress her thirst for 'love'.

The man, who had been waiting for a long time, first surrounded her and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Veronica could recite those words, which were meant to fool her into thinking she was an ignorant woman, even with her eyes closed.

Was she really so brainless and obsessed with love in the past?

The ear passively receives the moist breath, and words of inquiry, hidden beneath the sweetness, burst forth.

“Winnie, the man has been making a lot of big moves against me lately. I’m really worried that I’ll be the one executed next. I’m not worried about myself, I’m just worried about you. What if… sigh.”

It sounds like Tao is trying to sow discord between the CPU, but she is indeed genuinely seeking benefits for herself, which makes her even more attractive with her handsome and profound face.

But this is on the premise that the man's age is ignored.

No matter how much cosmetic treatment you use, you can't hide the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes, which are especially noticeable up close.

Veronica turned her head away and sneered, "He wouldn't dare lay a hand on me. As long as my sister is alive, no one can touch me."

Sensing her tone was off, she softened her voice to comfort her lover, "Anthony, baby, don't be afraid. Trust me, I love you, just as Juliet loved Romeo."

The old man, who looked up from his lover's neck, gazed at her tenderly; his face was so clear that any two gang members outside could easily recognize him.

He's clearly the second boss's son, a notorious playboy!

The story of people who can share hardship but not prosperity is a common one in the initial teams of any grassroots success story. Sharing hardship and prosperity is rare, as most people cannot resist the temptation of power.

The first boss, the second boss, and the third boss all started from the streets and have a life-or-death friendship.

In the early stages of gang development, everyone was focused on development and expansion. Even though they were not from the same father or mother, they were still like brothers and always united against outsiders.

However, once the gang's development stabilizes, external factors become less prominent while internal conflicts emerge.

The big boss wants to lead his brothers to live an honest life and make money steadily. The second boss doesn't understand. He thinks that if he and his brothers are given a little more time, the current arms market share can rise from 60% to 80%, and with good luck, they can even monopolize the Mexican arms market.

Why the withdrawal?

Why should we withdraw?

The third boss was good at everything, and his own brothers always had a point. He was very self-aware that he couldn't persuade the two of them to stop.

The third boss was waiting for the first and second bosses to finally decide to follow them, but unfortunately, the third boss had passed away in a car accident two years ago. Now, his youngest son is the one who has inherited the third boss's status and power.

The ambitious but mediocre only son of the third boss.

Jack didn't get the assurance he wanted and didn't dare to go any further, but his voice softened as he thought about the upcoming family meeting:

“Winnie…”

“Stop, don’t say anymore,” Veronica interrupted Jack, raising a smile that Jack found exceptionally beautiful.

“Honey, let’s not talk about other unimportant people in this limited time. We’d better do something else. I have something very important to report to you privately.”

Jack: ...

Really? A hint of suspicion flashed in Jack's eyes. What earth-shattering thing could this silly beauty have to say?

Bright red nails traced inch by inch across Jack's fairly handsome face, neck, and chest muscles, finally settling on his slender waist.

Jack suddenly realized, "Oh, I see." Jack relaxed.

baby.

Driven by lust, Jack completely forgot his original purpose.

...

The Rococo-style room is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and on the exquisite and soft bed, a couple seems to be whispering sweet nothings to each other.

"Jack, I don't want to lie to you."

Veronica's beautiful, rose-like face looked extremely pained in the warm yellow light.

"Francis hasn't been feeling well lately. He's so old, and I want to spend more time with him. But you're the only one I love. How can one heart be divided in two? I confess to God and hope you can forgive me."

"Forgive me for everything I've done. I can't continue this entanglement with you. We...we..."

Jack: ??

Jack sat up abruptly, almost losing control of his expression.

Do you think his forbearance and hardship will go to waste? No way!

“Winnie, you don’t need to blame yourself. It was all my own choice. God doesn’t want us, a couple in love, to be separated. I think He will forgive us. All the sins are on my shoulders.”

“Jack…”

“Winnie…”

Veronica became increasingly moved and stopped mentioning the breakup.

Jack was relieved that he had dispelled Veronica's idea. In order to completely eliminate his wife's thoughts of breaking up, he decided that the two of them should separate and calm down before the family meeting.

He said, "Vinnie, perhaps we are too close and you and your husband are too far apart, which makes it hard for you to see our feelings clearly. Let's not see each other again before the meeting. Your rejection breaks my heart. I think we need to calm down, but please don't doubt my love for you. My heart only beats for you."

She hurriedly put on her shirt and left in a hurry. Once she was sure Jack wouldn't come back, Veronica put away her sad and touched expression.

"How much longer are you going to listen? Come out!"

Veronica rested her forehead on her hand, her tone cold: "You're a guy who can't learn to behave."

"Slap slap—"

A burst of applause came from the carved solid wood wardrobe five meters away.

A younger man pushed open the wardrobe door.

Even more handsome and full of vitality.

“My dear, what a clever trick! That fool Jack believed it, but he has a cunning old fox father living behind him.”

Veronica: "Why are you eavesdropping on me? You want to come too?"

“Darling, that’s hurtful to hear. I’m not that good-for-nothing Jack.”

The man smiled, and the cross-shaped iris cufflinks on his hand caught the lady's eye.

"You're wearing it?"

"Why would I be willing to give something away to someone else, but not to myself? It's okay, I'll take what I want myself."

Veronica turned pale and then flushed, her husband discovering her relationship with that brat...

She ended by saying only, "You're insane!"

"Yes, I'm crazy. If they have it, I want it too."

Veronica remained silent.

The man, taking advantage of the situation, said, "At least the rest of the night belongs to me."

The young man knelt on the bed, wanting to take things further, but Veronica stopped him.

"You're going to back out?!"

She lowered her fingers. "No, but only once. I have to see my 'husband' later."

"Then go see him!"

The man clenched his fists, glared fiercely at Veronica, and stormed off.

...

"Woof~"

The two people, a man and a dog, who were not present, were unusually helpless.

Peter covered Adrian's ears. "Don't listen, that's inappropriate."

"Woof woof woof," you were too late, and how did you get their surveillance?

The dog's short speech contained a wealth of information.

For a moment, Peter didn't know how to explain. Could it be that he had planted two bugging devices in the big boss's manor, and one of them just happened to have overheard a huge secret?

"Ali, we'll pretend we've never heard of this."

Peter looked somber. The complex interpersonal relationships he encountered for the first time after waking up were an eye-opener for him.

"Woof," I understand.

Adrian placed his paw on Peter's shoulder, something he was seeing for the first time.

He missed Gotham a little; at least Gotham didn't have these complicated interpersonal relationships.