Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 922

“Who told you to say that? Huh? Did I give you the authority? Why did you force him to send the lunatic to 711? Did you think that you were really smart to have come up with such a perfect solution?”

“No… It’s not that, Sir. I… I just said it on a whim,” Walter stuttered as he tried to explain.

Just as he spoke, the middle-aged man bellowed at him with even greater intensity.

“On a whim? What a smart*ss you are. Your whim has messed up my carefully planned moves. Whose side are you really on anyway?” The angry middle-aged man snarled in his chair.

Walter looked up in fear.

“Sir, I… Of course I’m on your side. Please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t do it on purpose just now. I was thinking since that lunatic has been diagnosed as clinically insane, we won’t be able to dispose of him. Hence, it would be a good idea to lock him up at 711 instead.”

“Bullsh*t! It was my intention for him to be declared insane all along. How do you know I’m unable to dispose of him? Don’t you realize I’ve done all this to make it easier for me to destroy him?”

Filled with rage, Alfred lost his usual composure and admonished Walter.

Walter was stunned by Alfred’s words.

This is the plan all along?

“I’m sorry, Sir. I have made a mistake-”

“Your brain is just full of crap. Let me warn you now. If Jonathan manages to find something through this investigation, you will suffer the consequences!”

Alfred’s reprimand forced Walter to start counting down the days to his doom.

At that moment, Alfred had a strange expression. Having been president for many years, he had always projected a warm and gentle demeanor. In fact, he seemed very much down to earth.

However, behind the gentle facade was a mind filled with malice.

Ever since his son’s death, Alfred was no longer the same man.

Also, the pressure he felt over the years had contributed to the change in him. The repressed frustrations of his position as the president caused him to feel like a puppet.

Meanwhile, when Franklin entered and saw Walter kneeling on the ground, a fearful expression set upon his face.

“Sir, Jonathan has led his men to the military base. He has also brought the Chief Prosecutor along with him.”

“What did you say?”

Alfred’s face grew insidiously solemn at the news.

With the Chief Prosecutor there, any proof discovered could be directly admitted as evidence in court.

Infuriated, Alfred’s teeth chattered in rage.

“In that case, have you instructed them to destroy all the evidence? Did they leave any clues from that night?”