Chapter 1232

Command Room.

Otis sits on the couch, his legs hanging off the coffee table, his cigar in

his hand.

The scarlet flame jumped between his fingers, and he did not smoke it,

letting the cigar keep burning. He looked so gloomy that no one knew

what he was really thinking.

Eugene stood by with trepidation, not daring to breathe.

Until the cigar burned all the way to Otis's fingers, he felt the burn,

shook violently, and threw the butt on the floor.

Eugene hurriedly bent down, picked up the cigarette butt on the ground

and inserted them into the ashtray.

The ashtray, long ago, was filled with cigarette butts.

On Otis's face, there is no expected panic, Otis instead took out

another cigar, holding it to his lips, the lighter in his hand turned nimbly,

lowered his head to light the cigar, and puffed hard.

Outside the window, the night is brightly lit.

Smoke, Otis's expression became more and more calm, and when he

finished his cigarette, it was as if everything was back to normal.

"Eugene , how long have you been with me?" Otis asked suddenly.

Eugene's head tingled and he replied, "Mr. Robertson, three years and

nine months."

"Oh, you do remember well." Otis laughed coldly, "What kind of a

person do you think, I am?"

Eugene secretly broke into a cold sweat, not knowing how to answer.

This time, on the Hill 372 secret hospital there would be a strong attack,

but they not expect to be Frank escaped before they did. Fortunately,

Otis personally participated in the command of this attack, otherwise,

the failure if all on his head. He was afraid he has been broken into

pieces.

"Mr. Robertson, I think you are wise." Eugene replied speculatively,

flatteringly, "You think far ahead and never do anything you're not sure

of."

After saying that, Eugene already felt sweat all over his back.

"Huh. Deeply thoughtful.” Otis smiled meaningfully.

"What do you think of the failure of this strong attack?" Otis finally

asked to the point.

Eugene was even more anxious and simply knelt down in front of Otis

with a thud, "Mr. Robertson, we really did our best this time. I guess,

perhaps, Cecelia has woken up? She is behind everything. Otherwise,

with Frank's ability, there is no way he could have planned things out so

well."

"Moreover, they have found help, inside and outside. According to the

tip-offs given from the front, the person assisting from the outside is

most likely Chris , a distant relative of Cecelia, the commander-in-chief

of the Alvonia military. That's why we were defeated ..."

Eugene speaks more and more in a whisper.

"Mr. Robertson, what do we do now?"

Eugene's heart is completely lost, only he knows best, Cecelia was

rescued, Charlotte is not the real the Heath family's daughter, Otis's

son-in-law of the Heath family aura is no longer there.

It won't be long before Cecelia will officially reveal Charlotte's identity to

the media. At the same time, Ralph's direct line will be recalled, and by

then, won't they really become a traitor?

If Otis didn't have her in his hands, he would have wanted to run.

Otis’ sharp gaze swept over Eugene, as if reading his mind, "What, are

you afraid?"

"Mr. Robertson ." Eugene fell to his knees, not daring to get up.

"Oh, didn't you just say that you thought I never did anything I wasn't

sure of." Otis dusted off his cigarette ash, "You think I dare to do this

easily without a plan b?"