Chapter 124.

Some days passed, and one morning before Prince Rick's wedding to Agatha, Baxter enjoyed a red apple in the kitchen of Stanton Mansion. He was completely alone and silent as his thoughts put on a recital in his head.

"Baxter..." Curtis said as he entered the kitchen and found his chauffeur having breakfast, "bon appétit," he said while adjusting his tie.

"Thank you very much... boss," Baxter responded a bit hesitantly.

"After you finish breakfast, could you take me to the company, please? I need to sort out some things," Curtis requested.

"Of course..." Just then, Baxter noticed a knife on the table.

Baxter admired that knife on the table while Curtis confidently turned his back. He would never expect Baxter to have a reason to harm him.

Curtis continued talking about his things and the Stanton family business, but to Baxter, they were just incomprehensible whispers. He was focused on the sharpness of the knife and how easy it would be to kill Curtis in that vulnerable moment.

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