The Young Man
"Of course." Freda bobbed her head. "I'll report back to you when the results are in."
"Mm. It's late. You should go to bed, " Carla reminded her.
"What about you?" Freda asked with concern. "It's almost two in the morning. Aren't you going to bed? You need to go to the company early tomorrow morning."
"I'll just read a few more documents…"
Carla's sentence was cut short when her phone began vibrating. She glanced at the screen and shot a look at Freda.
Freda immediately shut the door to prevent someone from eavesdropping on the conversation.
After answering the call, Carla greeted, "Ms. Gold."
"Ms. Lierger, I hope I didn't disturb you." Nella's careful voice sounded over the line.
"No." Carla hadn't expected her call. "What is this about, Ms. Gold?"
"I have some questions, " Nella stated hesitantly. "I don't know if I should pose them to you."
"Go ahead, " Carla answered.
"I—" Nella was about to speak when the line got cut off.
"Hello? Hello!" Carla said, but the call was hung up. Frowning, she wondered if she should call Nella back but thought the better of it.
If something happened to Nella, I might make things worse by calling her back.
"Why did the call end?"
Freda was waiting to hear what it was, but before they could start talking, the call was ended.
"Perhaps something cropped up." Carla narrowed her eyes. "But Nella must've called me because she realized something was up. That's a good thing."
"What should we do next?" Freda asked softly.
"What else?" came Carla's calm reply. "The enemy is in hiding, and we're in the open. We have no choice but to wait until they take action and act accordingly!"
"All right…" Freda was about to go on when her phone rang. She answered it hastily and demanded, "Hello, Ilali. What is it?"
"We confirmed it was the van of the restaurant that was transporting some fresh beef. The packaging was torn, causing the blood to splatter on our car."
"All right." Freda heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm glad it's nothing. You guys should return and have a good rest."
"Okay, Freda."
After hanging up, Ilali turned to the buyer. "You should drive safe instead of driving recklessly. The winding road is narrow. It's dangerous if we were to bump into each other."
"Yes, we understand." The restaurant manager nodded. He turned to the buyer and yelled, "Hear that, young man?"
"You should drive carefully, not me." The short-haired buyer was wearing a black mask and black cap. His voice was dripping with disdain as he said, "Are you in a hurry to seek death? Why did you drive so
fast on a winding road?"
"Hey!" Ilali flushed red in anger. She nearly gave him a slap, but Jewel stopped her and frowned at the buyer. "Don't be rude."
"That's right!" Afraid of offending Ilali, the manager slapped the shorty's head. "Just be careful! Don't talk back to them…"
Before he could finish, the young man pinned him onto the chopping block. The huge and sharp cleaver was right next to his neck.
The manager's eyes widened in fear.
"I'm a part-time employee, not your servant, " the young man said, glaring at him. "Don't order me around!"
The manager's jaw hung wide as he trembled profusely without saying a word.
Both Ilali and Jewel were stunned by the sudden turn of events. They finally snapped to their senses after a moment and stepped forward to stop him. "Hey, you…"
Before they could take action, the man pushed the manager away and used the cleaver to pick his nails. "You can leave now. Remember to drive carefully!"
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