Chapter 1132 - 1131: Charles Northwood Will Die
"Tara, what on earth happened?"
The words echoed in her ears, yet she just kept crying.
"What exactly is wrong, don’t cry."
"Yeah, yeah, it’s not a big deal."
"Did you lose your wallet?"
"Don’t be upset. If you’re having trouble, you can tell us, and we’ll solve it together."
......
Tara Jameson kept sobbing and gradually stopped her tears, reaching for a tissue to wipe herself.
"What’s wrong?"
Looking at the concerned faces, her tears flowed once again.
"I went out to buy fruit, and then..."
Tara really wanted to share the matter, wanting to ask others’ opinions.
But...
How should she tell others about this?
After all, the protagonist was Professor Northwood, who was once popular on campus.
If she said it, no one would believe her.
In an instant, she was really annoyed, wondering why she was so disgraceful.
"And then?"
Everyone was still waiting; what happened to her in the end?
"The fruit was sold out!!!"
"Get lost!"
"Screw you!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn!"
......
Immediately everyone dispersed, tending to their own matters.
They thought something big had happened, seeing her cry so heartbrokenly.
She surprisingly said it was because the fruit was sold out.
Damn it!
It was simply as if seeing a ghost.
Tara’s mouth twitched too, wondering why she came up with such a lame excuse.
......
After Charles Northwood left University A, he returned straight to the Northwood Family.
"Why did you come back?"
Everyone in the family showed extreme resentment towards his return.
"You need to stay abroad for a while, preferably changing places every few days. We will arrange for the best plastic surgeons to give you a new face and identity. From now on, you will be the leader of the Northwood Family’s Secret Division."
In his ear was the voice of the family elder.
Charles Northwood sat there, reaching for the teacup on the side, sipping lightly.
He had never been interested in the Northwood Family’s Secret Division.
He would rather not belong to the Northwood Family at all.
"Since I’ve agreed with you, I won’t go back on my word. Why push so hard after my agreement?"
Charles Northwood spoke indifferently, making the elders’ faces flush and necks swell.
"What kind of talk is that? Can’t we say anything about you?"
Charles Northwood chuckled, "Of course you can."
Saying that, he stood up.
"Didn’t you say I could decide how Charles Northwood dies myself?"
Charles Northwood was of a slim build, and people felt particularly concerned for him now, standing here.
In his eyes, there was neither firmness, nor sorrow, nor distress, nor anger.
Like a dried-up well, without waves, without life.
Despite the bright dark eyes, what people felt was slowly becoming lifeless.
Facing him, all one saw was their own ugliness.
"I’ve made up my mind."
He gently uttered this sentence.
"I object!"
Suddenly Henry Northwood appeared at the Grand Gate Entrance, shouting angrily.
"I should be the leader of the Secret Division; this fate is mine. Why should it be him?"
Just because he exposed too much?
Back then, the family intended to send him away, but...
Due to a mix-up, Charles Northwood was sent away.
Everything should return from off course, everything should return.