Slumdog Billionaire Husband
Chapter 78

Chapter 78 I Trust You

After a few minutes, the stranger slowly let out a breath and said, "What a good knife!" Mary and her companions were happy. Mary asked, "How much is it worth?"

"Do you want to sell this knife?" The middle-aged man put

down his bird, looked at Mary, and asked seriously.

Mary nodded and said, "Yes, I do!"

"If so, I will pay you 800 thousand dollars!" The middle-aged

man said with a smile.

This offer astonished Mary and her companions because 800 thousand dollars was quite a large sum of money for them!

Donovan changed his expression slightly. He knew that this

valuable knife deserved a higher price. However, he didn't dare to open his mouth after one glance at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said, "Based on what I know, this knife should have a companion. If you have a long knife at home and can sell both to me, I will pay you 3.2 million dollars!" 3.2 million dollars!

This offer made Mary tremble with excitement. She instantly said, "Yes, yes, I have a long knife at home. I didn't expect

them to be so valuable. I left them in the lumber room. I will go home to bring you that knife now!"

"What do you think if I go with you?" The middle-aged man said with a smile. "I will pay you the moment I get the knives." "Good, good, good!" Mary said.

She had never seen so much money in her life. This offer was beyond her imagination, so Mary accepted the proposal

without hesitation.

Mike wanted to raise the price but acquiesced since Mary had

said so.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and picked up his bird. Right then, a faint golden lotus tattoo appeared on the back of

his hand.

This man was a Golden Card Assassin, better than a Red Card

Assassin!

The middle-aged man chuckled. When he left with Mary and the others, a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Gerald did not know that Mary tried to sell his weapons. He would be mad if he learned that Mary intended to sell his weapons at the price of 3.2 million dollars.

His two knives were priceless. These weapons looked similar to the ones used by Watchmen, but there were essential

differences. These two knives couldn't be defined in terms of

money.

However, Gerald thought that he had lost his weapons a long

time ago.

Right then, Doreen drove around the city with Gerald in her

car. Soon, Doreen stopped before high school.

This was Sacramento No.1 High School.

Gerald and Doreen had once studied here together. It took

Gerald by surprise that Doreen would bring him here.

"Get out of the car!" Doreen parked the car and looked at

Gerald as indifferently and elegantly as before.

Gerald touched his nose, got out of the car, and followed

Doreen into the school.

Gerald and Doreen walked on the large playground as before.

Back in high school, they walked around the playground a few times after lunch and supper. Gerald would amuse Doreen with something funny back then. However, things weren't how they used to be now. Both Gerald and Doreen remained silent.

After two rounds, Gerald couldn't help coughing and then said, "So embarrassing!"

Doreen paused, looked at Gerald, and then burst out laughing.

Doreen looked beautiful with a smile. However, Doreen seldom smiled now.

Gerald scratched his head. Doreen smiled for a while and then

sat on the ground.

Gerald, who was still standing, looked down and saw the

beautiful scenery through Doreen's collars.

Gerald couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He looked away

before Doreen realized his embarrassment.

Doreen sat on the ground, clasped her hands around her knees, and looked into the distance. "Tell me what happened to you in the past nine years!"

With a slight frown, Gerald pondered and then muttered, "I can't tell you what happened in the first six years. I didn't go to jail anyway. Later, I lost my memory after an injury, and then a man saved me in Los Angeles. I married his daughter and became his son-in-law. I divorced not long ago... You must have heard of this."

"So, you were falsely accused, weren't you?" Doreen asked. "You didn't rape Bree, did you?"

Gerald curled his lips and said, “I don't want to explain this matter anymore. I can do nothing if you don't trust me..."

"I trust you!" Doreen said. "I always feel that you are kind. I don't think that you would do such a terrible thing. That's why

I asked you out in Los Angeles!

"However, I have my doubts because there was evidence. In the surveillance video from the hotel, it was you who helped Bree into the hotel." Doreen gritted her teeth. "Therefore, I have to suspect you! My opinions are contradictory!"

Gerald took a deep breath. He sat next to Doreen and said, "I

came back to Sacramento to prove my innocence. I was

framed!"

Doreen paused, tilted her head, and looked at Gerald. "It may be dangerous."

Dangerous? Gerald thought.

Gerald smiled and thought, if I can't tackle these people, how can I live up to the reputation of Watchman No. 0?

Since Gerald fell silent, Doreen asked again, "Gerald, are you sure that you can stop Henley from marrying me? I thought you would do silly things. However, I saw a glimmer of hope when you took out that Diamond Card. You know that I do not like Henley. I hate him!"

"I promised to help you in Los Angeles. I am always as good as my word!" Gerald nodded with a smile.

Doreen gritted her teeth as if she had made an important

decision. Blushing, Doreen looked up at Gerald and said, "Gerald, if you can stop Henley from marrying me and help our family pull through, I... will be your girlfriend!"

"What?" Gerald was taken aback.

He did not expect Doreen to make such a proposal.

Gerald turned his head, looked at Doreen, and saw blushes all

over her beautiful face and neck.

Gerald opened his mouth when there came the noises caused

by cars.

Four or five cars stopped outside the playground.

After the car doors were open, more than twenty people came

out of the car.

Most of these men were dressed in black. All of them held

baseball bats in their hands!

After getting out of the car, these people looked at Gerald and then marched toward him.

The man in the lead, who had slicked his hair back, was tall and sturdy. He led the way with a baseball bat in his hand. With a