Chapter 417: Chapter 417 Of Course I Came to See You
"Heh..." Jordan Thompson chuckled cynically, his face etched with a chilling smirk.
He narrowed his eyes, fiddled with the metal rod in his hand, and eyed the man in front of him with amusement.
"I am indeed here to let you out."
Upon hearing these words, Williams Charlie couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile, quickly leaning in towards Jordan. His hands reached out to steady Jordan’s foot as his trembling voice piped up.
"Is Mr. Thompson really going to release me?"
"Hmm." Jordan grunted in a low voice, his tone slightly gentler now, causing Charlie to second guess himself. He pinched his arm in a daze, fearing that what Jordan had just said was merely a dream to him.
"However..." Jordan’s voice trailed off, appearing contemplative as a brow furrowed in deep thought.
"What?" For a moment, Charlie became anxious. His eyes, bloodshot, fixated on Jordan, fearing that he might change his mind. He eagerly looked up at Jordan.
"I can let you go, but you need to do something for me."
Jordan’s gaze landed heavily on Charlie. He had been previously beaten badly, his face still swollen.
"What do you need, Mr. Thompson? Just command me, I’ll surely complete it."
Charlie smiled at Jordan, his face full of eagerness.
Jordan kicked away Charlie, who was trying to cling to his leg, his face stern as he spoke.
"Go to your old lover, and do as it’s written on this paper."
The paper with black and white text was thrown on Charlie’s face. Charlie quickly picked up the paper and after reading its content, he laughed.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Thompson, rest assured that I’ll complete it."
Jordan bowed his head in silence, rising from his seat. The shroud of shadow made him seem taller and more imposing.
He proceeded to walk away, abruptly halting in his stride. He turned his head back to look at the kneeling Charlie, his brow now harboring a ruthless intensity.
"You know the consequences if you dare to escape."
His voice was low, resonating in the surrounding atmosphere like creeping vines around Charlie’s neck, prompting an immediate nod of understanding.
Jordan had others send Charlie back to where he originally was, arranging numerous people to keep an eye on him.
Charlie understood Jordan’s intentions. As long as he could complete this task, he would never have to return to that shabby place again.
"Mr. Thompson ordered that you can begin today."
Jordan’s assistant knocked at the door, urging on Charlie, who didn’t hesitate and promptly drove to Evelyn Curtis’s place.
"Who is it?" Evelyn sluggishly opened the door, but the moment she saw who was there, she turned frantic.
She instinctively tried to shut the door, but before she could move, Charlie kicked open the door and strode in.
"What, aren’t you happy to see me?"
Charlie casually sat down on the leather couch, noticing the fruit bowl, he picked out the most expensive fruit and started eating.
Evelyn’s face turned pale, her voice quivering as she spoke.
"You...what are you doing here?"
"Of course, I came to see you." Charlie casually replied while sipping from his wine glass. He leaned back against the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table, watching Evelyn with an interested and appreciative glance.
"What do you want? Didn’t I already give you money? Why are you here again?"
An unsaid irritation coated Evelyn’s face, but she didn’t let it show. All she could do was speak in a barely audible voice.