Chapter 1018

"Fine, fine." Kane shrugged in approval.

He went up and looked through the "loot" Joyce and Karl had brought

back and his eyes lit up.

"So many gold bars, so much cash! What a corrupt soul this Mr. Clark

must be? He kept the money in his vault and it must have all been from

an dubious source." Kane laughed, "When he find his vault is emptied,

he certainly would not dare to call the police, because he simply can't

tell them where he has got all the money."

"That's right." Joyce helped Karl put ice packs on and off, and rubbed

his ankle to ease the symptoms.

She looked at her watch and it had been almost twenty minutes. She

removed the ice pack and asked, "How are you feeling? Can you

move?"

Karl looked down and saw her rubbing his ankle with a gentle face, and

he had mixed feelings in his heart. He tried to move his ankle and it

didn't hurt at all anymore.

"No problem. It does not hurt at all.” he responded.

"Great, just from the way it looks now, I guess it won't swell up again.

After 24 hours, you will then apply the wound medicine so that your

ankle can recover completely.” Joyce told him.

"Hmm." Karl softly returned. He lowered his eyes and cast a

sophisticated gaze at her, inexplicable emotions tumbling and surging

in his eyes.

Joyce also looked at him with concern.

She felt so grateful since everything Karl did was for her.

She was not willing to let him get hurt one more time.

They just looked at each other, as if they had remembered what

happened in the past.

Kane instead looked pretty uncomfortable next to them.

Originally, Luther was already his greatest rival.

He didn't expect that a Karl would appear out of nowhere. He noticed

the eye contact and the tacit understanding between Karl and Joyce,

and thought that they must have an extraordinary past.

But it seemed, it had gone beyond love.

What was it exactly? He couldn't figure it out either.

All he knew was that since they came to the Capital, he had moved

further and further away from Joyce, and Joyce was paying less and

less attention on him.

This perception made him extremely unhappy.

He wished he could go back to the good old days in Mufron, when it

was just the two of them together.

"Hey, what the hell are we going to do with all this money?"

Kane asked with obviously displeasure, deliberately interrupting the

warm exchange between them.

Karl instantly came back to his senses and shook his head.

A flash of embarrassment crossed his handsome face and he flushed a

bit.

"Oh, the money ... Let's convert the gold bars and cash and deposit it in

an offshore bank account. What is taken from the people should be

used for the people.” Karl said.

"How is that then?" Joyce asked, puzzled.

"We will donate it all to grassroots organizations that need donations,

orphanages, bursary foundations, etc. At that time, we may need your

help, Kane. Wire the money anonymously from our offshore account to

various accounts.” Karl proposed.

"Wow. Great idea!" Kane clapped his hands, "That's great! Two birds

with one stone!"

"A lot of the money is the income of Mr. Clark's company, as well as

Otis’ secret funds. Consider it a good deed on their behalf.” Joyce gave

a wry smile of approval, "Let's do it."

"Great work, Sister. I'll take you home first. Then Mr. Gregory and I can

go back home." Kane said.

"Good." Joyce responded.

The following day at noon.

Mr. Clark slept at home until noon, as usual.

He had just spent an entire night in the KTV with a few celebrities, and

it had been four in the morning when he got home.