It Was You
Chapter 113 I give you an opportunity

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That genius business director was forced to take this road, wasn't he? Caspar's lonely and bleak figure flashed across Cassandra's mind.

In those days, when Caspar was diagnosed with severe depression, there were still many reporters keeping hyping for his fame. One of them was a photo of Caspar standing lonely and bleak under the night curtain, wearing a white robe and a piece of mist.

In those days, there were also some people who stood out to question him. He was the genius who created the miracle, how could he plagiarize? Moreover, some of Caspar's loyal fans posted various novels with him. However, these posts were deleted as soon as they were released. What was more, they were even criticized by the website for making private information illegally become the target of public criticism.

After this incident, a rumor about the draft which was created by Caspar was spread around the world. This draft was not fully collected, but was finally stolen by Roger. He hired the director of the company to shoot it, which soon became a hit around the world. On the day when the movie was displayed, Caspar became a vegetable because of a car accident

A touch of coldness flashed in Cassandra's eyes. She had to eliminate the many sins in the world one by one! What's more, as a talented director, if the draft could be finished by Caspar, it must be more popular than that produced by Rebecca.

'I want to take back what I've lost. I want to be at the top of my position. I need to give Caspar more help than Johnny does,' she thought!

"It's Roger, Susan..." One day, I will completely defeat you with the thing you are most proud of, and step on you!

In the brumous Villa District of the capital.

In the backyard of GR Clan's villa.

A dog in black was kneeling at the foot of Roger, who was holding a piece of fresh blood in his hand. The man threw it on the ground, and then the dog sprang on the man and bit it fiercely.

A savage smile gradually appeared on the face of Roger. Then he reached out to pick up the wet towel on the table and gently wiped his hands.

At this time, Vincent came over with a thin and sloppy young man. A few steps away from Roger, he stopped the young man.

The man was slovenly, his yellow hair was very greasy. His face was very pale and he looked very sick. He looked around in fear and his hands were hanging naughtily on his cheeks. Obviously, until now, he did not realize where he was. "Wow!!!"

The black dog rushed to the young man like a prey who broke into the forbidden area, gnawing at the young man's calf. The young man gave a scream instinctively and fell down without warning.

Deep blood gushed from the wound on the wound of the young man's shin. The young man patted dog madly, but the dog didn't react, it bit the young man's leg hard and tore a big piece of flesh, then it ran to Roger with the piece of blood in its mouth as proud. Stared at the piece of meat in its mouth with bloodshot eyes, Roger then clapped his hands gently and said, "good boy! But you can't eat this kind of meat as you like."

The dog was named Damon. At this moment, hearing the words of Roger, Damon threw the meat in its mouth away in disgust.

"Vincent, take Damon away." Said Roger.

Hearing this, Vincent felt his scalp tingle, and he immediately said, "yes, President Roger."

With that, Vincent gestured to Damon. Seeing his childish behavior, the Damon humped with dissatisfaction and followed Vincent out of the yard.

In the backyard, there were only Roger and the young man. The young man was so painful that he fainted. He pressed his wound with his hands tightly, and red blood drops fell on the ground.

The man's face was as pale as paper and he was sweating all over. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to call for help.

Roger walked towards the young man step by step, his eyes burning with a frenzied flame, and the young man in front of him stared at him in horror, his body trembling crazily, and kept moving backward. "What Who are you?" The young man bit his lip tightly and a taste of sweetness filled his mouth.

At this time, he couldn't pass out, otherwise he could become a food of the dog named Damon.

Sometimes, you have to admit that you are even worse than a dog.

"Not bad. How dare you ask this question Aren't you afraid that Damon would bite you off the neck?"

When the young man heard this, his face suddenly turned gray, and he stared at Roger in horror. "You What the hell do you want to do? We live in a society ruled by law now Murder is illegal!" "Killing you is as easy as slaughtering an ant. Even if I have to feed you to the dogs, no one will replace me." said Roger scornfully, looking at the young man with contempt

The young man's pupils shrank sharply, and his voice trembled uncontrollably. "You You..."

Roger's eyes flashed cold," But don't worry. I won't kill my own dog. I'll give you a chance to turn from a poor loser to a famous new famous violinist overnight Are you willing to do that?"

The young man's face suddenly changed and stared at Roger in astonishment. Did he hear it wrong? Or there was something wrong?!

He was just a poor scoundrel who didn't earn more than three thousand a month. In this capital full of rich people, he couldn't even afford to rent the cheapest basement. How could he become rich overnight?! A famous new writer?! He didn't even dare to do it in his dream

"Are you serious?" The man stared at Roger and took the courage to ask.

"It's my decision. But I don't like disobedient dogs Do you understand?"

Greed streaked across the young man's eyes. He widened his eyes and nodded crazily. "Yes! I understand, I will do anything for you as long as you give me money! I'm willing to do anything for you!!"

When he first entered the society, he was full of ambition. He had also been ambitious and wanted to start from scratch to become a man above thousands of people.

But now, his conscience and nature had been obliterated

"Okay, the only thing you need to do next is to do what I tell you. As for other things, I will definitely give them to you. Vincent, take him down to prepare." Said Roger indifferently.

The young man was so ecstatic that the injury on his foot seemed to be no longer painful.

After a few seconds, Vincent came with his people and carried the young man out.

Roger stood still and casually glanced at the place where the young man just lay. He said coldly, "change all the grass in the backyard, including the floor tiles, and every place he stepped in, even the air Disinfect them all." "Yes, President Roger."0000