Chapter 216
Bertha looked at him reproachfully and then continued speaking. “You've had a hard time today, how's Helga's house going?”
“Helga Corporation has declared bankruptcy and auctioned it off. I will force them to return the money that Helga's house embezzled from Tibble Corporation before. It's just not a small amount of money. I need more time. As for Zillah, she was sentenced to life in prison, I know you want her to be tortured with life rather than death.”
Bertha just smiled and said nothing.
The two of them walked side by side and walked through the garden.
When entering the living room of the villa, Bruno intimately leaned close to her ear. “Originally, Calista also wanted to come along today, but I didn't bring her along because I didn't want her to disturb our world…”
He suddenly fell silent.
Because he saw Derek standing on the stairs and looked at him with cold and cruel eyes.
Bruno's expression was also unsightly.
The two men faced each other from afar, sparks immediately flashed, and gunpowder filled the air.
They looked at each other fiercely for a few minutes.
Bertha was stuck in the middle, she glanced at the two of them in turn.
Because Derek had lost the effects of the 023 drug, his aura seemed a bit more than Bruno's, and his eyes were colder.
She was a bit speechless.
They had just met and had already reached this point. They don't know what level they will reach later.
She coughed twice to attract the two of them's attention.
Then she motioned for Bruno to look towards the dining room and spoke softly. “Bruno, look, I've finished cooking, just waiting for you. I also prepared two bottles of fine red wine. It's been a long time since we sat down and drank together, tonight we have to get drunk.”
"Okay."
Bruno withdrew his fighting gaze from Derek and looked gently at Bertha, then he and she walked into the dining room and sat down on the chairs.
“Your cooking skills are really good, these dishes are very fragrant, I wasn't hungry but now I'm craving it.”
“As long as you like it.”
Derek was still standing on the stairs watching the two of them interact.
Even though Bertha had told him tonight's plans, seeing her smiling happily at Bruno like that made him feel pain in his heart.
When will he be treated like this?
The two people in the dining room laughed and talked to each other, completely ignoring his unpleasant expression.
In front of the dining table, Bertha pursed her lips and smiled, then proactively went to get the red wine that had been opened, intending to pour it for Bruno.
But Bruno reached out and refused. “Bertha, there is already a maid here, we should put him to good use. Why do you have to go through the trouble of pouring the wine yourself?”
Bertha was stunned for a moment but then she quickly restored her smile.
She put down the bottle of red wine and looked toward the stairs.
“Derek, come here.”
The corner of Bruno's mouth curled up slightly in satisfaction, then he sat up straight like he had been doing for many years, he looked straight and waited for Derek to come pour him some wine.
Seeing that Derek was coming this way, Bruno looked at Bertha's face, a little surprised, he said. “Bertha, it seems like there is something dirty on your face, let me clean it for you.”
Bertha sat still.
Bruno's eyes were affectionate and his large hands gently touched Bertha's small face.
Before Bruno could reach her face, his wrist was grabbed tightly by another large hand.
Derek's face darkened, he gritted his teeth and said. "Mr. Bruno, please respect others a little.”
Bruno raised his eyebrows at him and smiled. “What I want to do is not your turn to decide.”
The more Bruno spoke, the heavier Bruno's tone became. He was disgusted and wanted to throw Derek's hand away.
Derek squeezed his hand and looked at Bruno with very cruel eyes.
Bruno tried to escape twice but failed, he was a bit uncomfortable.
“Bertha, you see, is this his attitude towards his master's guests? How arrogant, this kind of traitor, you should shoot him as soon as possible.”
Bertha was about to speak when Derek scoffed. “My master is only Bertha, who do you think you are?”
The two of them looked at each other again with aggressive eyes.
The surrounding atmosphere became harsh.
Bertha sighed, placing her hand on her forehead.
As long as Derek is by her side, she can witness the fight between the two men.
She coughed twice again then glanced at Derek, warning.
“Enough, please let go.”
With Bertha's orders, Derek obediently took his hand back.
But he stood still between the two of them like a mobile camera watching to see if Bruno was taking too much action.
Bruno took a tissue with him, elegantly wiped his sleeve, and then spoke to Bertha in an annoyed voice. “Bertha, you see, tonight, as long as there is someone here, this meal will not be delicious.”
Bertha understood what he meant. She raised her eyes to look at Derek and seriously taught him. “Bruno is my guest, he just arrived, you offended him, and you deliberately provoked me, right? It seems like a while ago, I pampered you too much, making you forget who is the boss."
She looked outside the villa and spoke loudly. “Tyrone, Casey, come in here.”
Tyrone and Casey quickly entered and stood neatly in the living room.
Her expression was cold, without looking at Derek, she spoke. “You lock him in the basement so he can reflect on himself. Without my order, you cannot let him out.”
Tyrone and Casey looked at each other in bewilderment, but for a moment they did not move.
Derek frowned, his expression cold, his eyes showing pain. “Are you punishing me because of him?”
Bertha now looked at him, her red lips smiling coldly.
"How about not? Bruno and I are childhood friends. Since childhood, I have worshiped him. Before, I hated him, but now I have thought carefully and let go of the past because, after all, I still have him in my heart."
“And you, I allowed you to terminate the labor contract, but you didn't want to go. If you feel like you can't stand this anger, then go away. Do you think you still have a place in my eyes?”
Her words were like sharp and cruel knives piercing his heart. He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.