Chapter 98: A Man Worth Trusting
After hanging up the phone with Ruth Wilcox, Yusuf Zuck apologized and took his leave. No matter how pressing other matters were, he had to hurry over to accompany her for grocery shopping and to escort her home.
Fortunately, Miles O’Brien was an understanding woman. She didn’t ask any questions; instead, she admonished Yusuf Zuck to drive carefully and not to rush.
At half-past seven in the evening, Yusuf’s Buick stopped by the revolving door of the Ferreni Hotel, and at that moment, Ruth Wilcox had already been waiting there for more than ten minutes.
In the parking lot, Floyd Hart, Wu Mao, and Benedict Cooke squatted between two cars smoking, worried about the serious trouble at the company. It seemed their goddess, Ms. Wilcox, might be replaced by someone else, so their mood was quite heavy.
Despite not having had much interaction with Ruth Wilcox, or her even knowing their names, simply seeing her in high heels every morning as she came to work filled them with contentment.
Now, as the goddess stood forlorn and alone in the night, they felt an almost irrepressible urge to curse.
Every man inherently has a protective instinct. They wanted to protect her; she was their boss, and now that she was wronged, with her position likely being moved elsewhere, how could they possibly be happy?
When Benedict Cooke saw Yusuf’s Buick stop by the door, he cracked a smile, Wu Mao’s eyebrows rose, and Floyd Hart chuckled, swearing happily, "Motherfucker next door."
Ruth boarded the car, and as Yusuf’s vehicle moved away from the front of the hotel, the three men stood up.
Yusuf slowed down, wound down his window, glanced at the three men, and said to Benedict, "Marco, treat the brothers who have the night off to dinner, put it on my tab."