Blaiz, "..."
"You can really watch that!!"
Blaiz's hand trembled, almost roaring, "What exactly am I supposed to console!!"
"You should at least say something?"
"Whatever Mr Diers says is effective, what's the point if I say anything!! Besides, if I say a few more words, do you know what Mr. Diers will do? This is his beloved doll, no one can touch or even see. How am I going to comfort that? I guess I'll get riddled with bullets before even getting close."
Although he was Diers's father, Blaiz was compelled to admit it. The girl was much more pampered than him.
Reid sighed. To untie the bell, the one who tied it must untie it.
In the study, Diers was closing his eyes for a break. The recent Italian issue had him swamped, not only significantly reducing his sleep time, but also dealing with a myriad of other mafia issues.