Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 82

Three days later, the front line received the goods and materials. A high-level officer immediately thanked Richie on the phone.

"Thank you so much for your goods and materials. On behalf of all the soldiers, I'd like to express my sincere appreciation to you," the man said in a sonorous voice.

"You are welcome. It's what I should do." There was a hint of smile in his voice.

They talked for a while, and then Richie asked about the local condition as usual.

"I don't know..." suddenly, he asked in a very obscure way.

The speech was interrupted directly, and the sound of someone patting on the chest could be heard through the microphone. "Don't worry, I understand."

The phone was hung up forcefully due to the time limit. Richie squinted his eyes and showed the most satisfied smile in the past few days.

Now it was time to see Becker, the "good" friend in prison.

After the lawsuit, there was only an empty shell of the Wang Group left, and it was then found that internal funds had been transferred maliciously, and many loan companies came to visit him.

Because of the huge loophole in the funds, Becker was locked up in prison, and also for several cases before.

He had done so many things, but it was all in vain.

He had been in prison for a few days to reflect on what he had become. He didn't know what it looked like, but he knew it wouldn't be good.

Which made him adapt to the change from being high spirited and vigorous to being imprisoned overnight. And he would definitely be extremely sad and happy.

Richie drove himself to the police station where Becker was imprisoned. After he got through to the police, he directly went in to see Becker without his permission.

The man was dressed in an orange prison suit. He huddled himself up on the edge of the bed and his eyes were as dull as seeing through the vanity of life.

He was really a pretentious man.

Just then, the prison door was knocked by a new policeman, and the chains made a long, crisp sound. "Becker has a visitor."

He turned around and saw the man in a black overcoat. Then he quickly put on a respectful expression and said, "Mr. Richie, please enjoy yourself. I'll leave you alone."

The others nodded and ran away in a hurry. Apparently, they were extremely afraid of the man.

It was not his fault to be so timid. It was just because he was a prisoner in this prison, and his previous identity was so high to make their chief worry.

But still by this man, he was broken down.

Becker looked up at him. He hadn't cleaned himself up for several days, and there was much stubble on his chin. He asked hoarsely, "What are you doing here?"

"Look at your jokes." Richie walked around the iron prison with a mocking smile.

This was the price of offending Sruthan Group.

The man sat on the bedside and didn't talk back. Just a few days, he got dispirited and looked like an old man.

No one would doubt that he aged ten years in an instant.

When he was in trouble, his wife asked for a divorce and intended to go back to her mother's house with their son.

Love was blind. As the saying went, a day together as husband and wife meant endless devotion. But when faced with a difficult situation, they just deviated from each other.

The shares of Wang Group were sold at a low price by the senior executives who only took profit. As a result, the share value was so low that people felt it worthless.

Richie gazed at him for a while, then he suddenly took out an olive branch and said, "if you tell me now who gives you benefits at the customs and let you completely think about the person that burn down the bridges, perhaps I can help you."

The man sat on the bed, eyes dull, lips closed and said nothing.