After Dusk

11.

Just in case, Redhead had been guarding the door.

He was eavesdropping when I opened the door. As a result, he stumbled and almost fell.

"Are you all right, Frieda? Evan didn't hurt you, did he?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Too many words. Do you wanna die?"

Embarrassed, he followed me without a word. In a few moments, he leaned over again, asking, "Frieda, can you take me with you when you see the boss?"

"Are you insane?" I couldn't help but slap the back of his head. "I'm going to say this once. You're not allowed to get involved in this matter."

He was scared by my expression and didn't dare to say anything else.

I sighed in my heart.

The Smith family had a lot of businesses, but the most profitable was drug trafficking.

All drug dealers are desperados.

Redhead was simple-minded but loyal. He contributed a lot to my present success from the bottom.

At first, I didn't believe that he would be loyal.