When Neil heard the news and rushed over to the morgue, Amon’s body was already frozen.
Standing in the morgue, he stared at Amon, covered in white cloth, in disbelief.
Different from what Taya saw, Amon had been cleaned and was wearing clean clothes.
He lay there quietly just like he was sleeping and didn’t look dead at all.
Neil stepped closer and reached out his hand, but he realized he didn’t have the courage to touch Amon’s face.
“Amon…” he murmured.
In the past, Amon would beat up anyone who disturbed his sleep.
The man was always cranky when he got up from bed, but now he just lay there, oblivious to Neil disturbing him.
Neil felt saddened, and his eyes suddenly turned sad, “Amon, what’s the matter with you? Didn’t you say you were waiting
for me to defeat you?”
On the day Neil graduated, Amon patted him on the shoulder and said, “Neil, when you receive more trophies than me, I’ll build you a house made of gold.”
Amon knew that Neil liked gold, so he often bought small gold bars from time to time and threw them into Neil’s gold vault.
It was obvious that he had bought them for Neil, but he claimed he would empty the vault when he ran out of money someday.
Neither good nor completely bad, he was simply a tragic person.
As he didn’t know how to express himself, Amon always said the opposite of what he meant, causing many people to dislike him.
Only Neil felt that Amon was quite lonely.
Sometimes, when he saw Amon sitting in a daze alone in Rosalie’s office, he would pity the man.
Neil would then try his best to make Amon laugh.
Although his jokes were lame, Amon would always smile and
casually scold him, “Neil, are you itching to get beat up?”
Neil would answer cheekily, “I’m feeling itchy all right. How about you scratch it for me?”
Looking at Amon’s frozen body, Neil cried as he said, “I’m
feeling itchy. Can you get up and scratch it for me?”
Although it was a half-joke, George could tell he was very sad.
His two closest friends had left him one after another when he was about forty years old.
He always knew that Amon had wanted to die since Rosalie’s death.
For Amon, death might be the best relief he could get.
However, his surviving family and friends had to live in grief and longing for the rest of their lives.
George’s tears had dried up, and he was showing a blank expression, while Neil’s anguish had just begun.
He cried and cried, and suddenly his knees fell to the floor.
He also had no parents since he was a pup, and it was Amon and Rosalie who sponsored him.
When he was in high school, he was painting on a street in Aronland to make money one day, and Amon and Rosalie pa*sed by holding hands.
Seeing his painting, the two stopped, stood behind him, and looked at it quietly for a long time.
Annoyed that they were not buying and had kept staring at him, he looked over his shoulder and scolded, “What are you looking at? Go away, or I’ll gorge out your eyes and stick them on my drawing board!”
At that moment, Rosalie burst out laughing, while Amon threw him a casual glance. “Your painting isn’t much, but your voice is loud all right.”
Used to being on the streets since he was a pup, Neil not only had a loud voice but also great strength.
He immediately rolled up his sleeves wanting to fight Amon, but before he reached out his hands, Amon grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
Neil admitted that he was not as tall as Amon and claimed
that was why he was bullied, not because he was no match for
Amon.
Rosalie later stopped Amon from punishing him, saying that he was just a pup.
The woman then bought all his drawings, and Amon threw
him a business card.
Amon told him not to paint on the streets in the future and to enroll in an architecture school, promising to pay for the fee and his living expenses.
Neil at first thought there was something wrong with Amon
and ignored him until his good friend saw the business card and told him who Amon was.
Only then did he realize that Amon was born into a pack of architects and was very famous.
And the woman whose hand he was holding was a world-renown architect whose career was built by him.
Neil thus did what Amon told him to do and, with his talent and hard work, pa*sed the entrance exam of the best architecture school in Aronland.
Amon then asked him to work on design drawings in his firm and taught him personally.
After he graduated, Rosalie paved Neil’s career path by letting him join Sumasa Construction Co., LTD, teaching him. management and the ways of life.
It was their kindness that made Neil what he was today, and
yet these two benefactors had left him one after another.
Neil bid his farewell to Amon.
Amon had promised to build him a small house made of gold if he could receive more trophies than him.
However, Neil knew it was impossible now.
If there was a next life, he wished he could still be Amon’s student.
“Let me build you the cabin instead.” He promised inwardly.
After all, Amon had pa*sed away before Neil could repay him.
When Neil burst into tears, George reached out his hand to pat his shoulder.
“Before Amon died, he entrusted his company to you…”
“He hoped that you could lead the company and make it the
best in the world…”
It was a tough request to fulfill, but it could get Neil to keep
going.
ught Neil when he was alive, Amon
had tried to help him even on his deathbed.
Cheerful by nature, Neil suddenly broke down at this moment.
Taya, on the other hand, was still sitting in the ward with her head resting on Griffon’ shoulder, quietly waiting for the news.
Griffon had sent Zack to intercept Casare’s private jet, but they didn’t know if the man succeeded.
Taya had learned from George that Casare did not let Grace go to school but only taught her to shoot.
That man did this so that Grace could kill her biological father with her own hands.
Therefore, even if Amon didn’t make his request, Taya would never let Grace live with such a madman.
She knew she must get Grace back and give her a home so that the little girl could grow up in peace.
This was the only thing she could do for Rosalie and Amon.
It wasn’t until the next early morning that Zack’s call came in.
Taya sat bolt upright and anxiously looked at Griffon’ phone.
Never minding her presence, Griffon put the call on speakerphone, and Zack’s crisp voice was heard.
“Sorry, Alpha, something happened, and we didn’t intercept the private jet.”
Hearing this, Griffon’ face became grim.
“Couldn’t you guys carry out such a simple task?”
“I needed information to locate Amon quickly before this, but S had failed me. Now they couldn’t even get the pup back. What the f*ck is going on?” Griffon wondered angrily.