After all, Bel Harris didn't call the police immediately.

It's not that I'm afraid or anything.

Mainly, he felt that those fat-bellied guys might not understand legal issues.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

The American police in the 1980s, rather than knowing the law, they knew how to spread drugs and how to collect protection fees...

Bell Harris hurriedly left the office, bought a hamburger and ate it on the road, and immediately found a friend who was a lawyer.

"I have a friend who asked me to help him with a question." Bell Harris's opening words made his friend roll his eyes.

"Okay, you have a friend, ask." The friend shrugged.

"Someone warned that friend of mine that if he didn't listen to him, he would kill him." The hesitant and cryptic question made Bell Harris' lawyer friend sit up straight immediately.

We are all adults, and the more we wave our arms, speak sincerely, and reveal our true feelings, the more lies we tell.

The more hesitant and covering up, the more truthful he is.

"Are you sure he dares to kill someone?" The lawyer grasped the key point.

Bel Harris nodded, nonsense, there are thousands of fucking people who died at the hands of that guy!

"Did he say anything threatening to you?"

"It's my friend, my friend!" Bell Harris said loudly with excitement.

"Okay, okay, your friend, answer my question, are there any witnesses or observers?" The lawyer raised his eyebrows.

Bear Harris tried his best to fall into memories. Whether it was in the office yesterday or in the car at night, Sean didn't seem to have said a threatening word, right?

After thinking for a while, he said what he thought was the scariest sentence, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!"

The corner of the lawyer's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to curse, and said calmly: "Is there more?"

"No more." Bell Harris shook his head.

"Has that person ever done anything threatening to you?"

"My friend, my friend!" Bel Harris emphasized again and said: "In a car accident, I thought, ah, no, my friend thought he was dead. The truck driver did not escape. He was driving due to fatigue.

Violations of the law have been prosecuted."

"There was also a home invasion and robbery. No one was hurt. He took the property and left. The police did not arrest anyone."

"Are you sure that person did these two things!?" The lawyer frowned even more tightly.

"I'm sure!" Bel Harris nodded, although Sean did not admit it.

The lawyer shook his head and said, "That will disappoint you. Unless the truck driver speaks, there is nothing we can do."

"Do you think exposing him and using public pressure to deal with people who threaten you and your friends will be effective?"

Bel Harris thought about the overwhelming reports in the newspapers before and shook his head.

The lawyer leaned back and crossed his hands on his chest, "From the perspective of a friend, I think that if the other party doesn't ask you, that so-called friend, to do something that violates the law, then you can actually consider it."

"Okay!" Bell Harris slumped down like a deflated rubber ball, and his whole person seemed very lethargic.

There was a war between heaven and man in his mind, and he seemed to be distracted from work all afternoon. Belle Harris was not in the mood to talk to her lover at all, so she took the bus home as soon as possible after get off work.

drive?

It is impossible to drive a car.

How dare you drive!

When he walked from the bus stop to the door of his house, Bell Harris was stunned. There was a stretched Lincoln parked in front of his house. The license plate number was so eye-catching that how could he forget it.

Panic and fear hit his heart, and Bell Harris's feet became weak. At this moment, he was extremely worried about his wife and children. He endured the uncontrollable fear and staggered towards his home.

In the Lincoln car, Torre glanced at Bear Harris who ran past the car and stopped talking to him.

Bell Harris hurriedly opened the door to the villa and rushed into the living room. At a glance, he saw Sean sitting on the sofa. At this moment, Sean was talking to his wife with a smile on his face. The child next to him was sitting on the floor.

On the top, he was attentively playing with the model of Optimus Prime, which was about the same height as him.

Bear Harris was holding one hand on the wall and breathing heavily. His wife looked over with a surprised look on her face, and Sean sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and a half-smile.

"Why are you breathing like this? Seriously." The wife came over with some annoyance and supported Bell, "Mr. Sean has been waiting for you for a long time, why are you back so late?"

"Bell, no wonder you never let me come to your house. You have such a beautiful and virtuous wife, you are so jealous!" Sean joked with a smile.

Bell's wife covered her mouth and chuckled. She had every reason to be happy to be praised by such a young, handsome and wealthy man.

"Didn't you say we would meet tomorrow?" Bell couldn't laugh, and it was difficult to show it in front of his wife, so he could only grit his teeth and ask.

"Okay, that's my problem, I can't wait." Sean shrugged insincerely.

"Bell." The wife poked lightly, feeling that her husband was a little rude.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll invite your whole family out for dinner." Sean stood up and said.

Bell didn't know what he was thinking of. He trembled for no reason and said with a pale face: "No, no, I've been busy today and I'm very tired, so I won't go. I'll call you tomorrow or early tomorrow morning."

"Okay then." Sean didn't force it, smiled and patted Bell on the shoulder, "Enjoy your life, you will be very busy in the future."

"Well, goodbye, beautiful madam." Sean reached out and shook hands with Bell's wife before Shi Shiran left.

Seeing Sean's car disappear from sight, Bell suddenly turned his head and asked: "Why did you let a stranger into your home!"

"I..." The wife looked at Bell with some confusion, "Isn't he your friend? I can't let anyone wait for you outside."

"You just believe him when he says he's my friend!" Bell gritted his teeth and asked.

"He can't be a bad person!" The wife threw away Bell's hand angrily, inexplicably getting angry!

After driving the car, you let him in?

Does driving a good car mean you are a good person?

Bell sighed, not knowing how to explain that Sean was a complete devil.

Normal people wouldn't think anything bad when they see Sean's pomp and temperament.

"I'm sorry." Bell hugged his wife, "I, I just don't like him coming to the house. You know, he is a playboy, and he is so handsome and attractive. I admit, I am jealous of him.

, I’m just afraid of losing you.”

"I love you so much!"

"I hate it, what are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?" said the wife, with a big smile on her face.

happy!

It’s not without reason that the red flags at Beirneng’s house never fall down and the colorful flags flutter outside.

Money is important, but he is not that rich.

He is not the kind of handsome man who becomes more attractive in middle age.

He is a middle-aged man with a belly and a slight bald head.

However, Bell is good at talking!

Yes, literally good.

A flexible tongue.

The meaning of being eloquent.

Don't get anything wrong!

…

"What do you want me to do?" Early in the morning, Bell and Sean sat across from each other in the Starbucks coffee shop.

"I don't understand the steel industry. I need someone to help me build this steel plant from beginning to end."

"The factory needs talents like you!"

"It's that simple." Sean gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon.

"Why me!" Bell was a little bit crazy, what a disaster!

"If I say you can do it, you can do it, and if you don't, you can do it. If I say you can't, you can't do it. If you do, you can do it." The corner of Sean's mouth turned up in a cold arc, "Understand!"

The tone is flat, as if describing a fait accompli, and this flat and overbearing tone makes it impossible to refute.

"I have a non-compete agreement. Even if I resign, I can no longer do this job." Bell said with some helplessness.

"Bullshit non-competition agreement. Tomorrow you will be the deputy general manager of Sean Environmental Protection. What you do is environmental protection work. It has something to do with the steel industry. Just hang a puppet from the steel company and let the non-competition agreement go to hell."

Sean has plenty of ways to evade the law.

This is talent.

Bell was speechless.

"Look at that beautiful woman over there, what do you think she is?" Sean pointed to the woman sitting next to him and said.

"She..." Bell didn't understand what Sean meant, so he tentatively replied: "A woman."
To be continued...