Chapter 557 People Will Change

"Did he do something against the law?" Waving his hand in disbelief, Frederic said, "I may believe that
someone else is breaking the law, but not Dale. He is an honest man. Moreover, I have been to the
club in the first two years when it was just opened. They were just singing, dancing, drinking tea, and
nothing else. With the thin profit every year, how can it be illegal?"

"People change, Grandpa. Maybe Dale is no longer the person he used to be. As far as I know, that
club doesn't run a legitimate business..." On a second thought, Charles closed his mouth to prevent
saying something.

"What? Really?" Frederic still looked incredulous.

Seeing thee disbelief in his eyes, Charles took out his phone and said, "Do I have any reason to lie to
you? I have a video here. Grandpa, do you want to watch it?"

"Of course I want to have a look."

With a nod, Charles clicked on the video and showed it to Frederic.

The moment Frederic saw the video, his face became gloomier.

A few seconds later, Frederic asked in trembling voice, "Is this Dale? This club really runs an
illegitimate business..."

"Yes, Grandpa. There is no need to be angry." Taking the phone away, Charles suggested, "He used
your name, so I think we should send him to the police station now... What do you think?"

The video replayed in Frederic's mind which made his face red in anger. "Bring him here and let me
see if it's really him!"

"Okay." As Frederic ordered, Charles asked someone to bring Dale in the hospital.



Knowing that Charles wouldn't let him go, Dale looked forward to seeing Frederic. He knew his life
depended on Frederic's willingness to help him.

Once Frederic disregarded their years of relationship, Dale would be dead for sure.

Therefore, when Dale saw Frederic, he immediately knelt down with tears in his eyes. "Master, it's been
a while... I have done something wrong. I'm sorry. I regret it now."

"Tell me, what did you do wrong?" Disappointment was evident in Frederic eyes. "What did I tell you?
The bottom line of doing business is not to violate the law. Second, honesty and kindness are the
basis. What have you done for so many years?" It was obvious that Frederic was angry because Dale
failed to live up to his expectations.

"Master, you know that our club is located in a remote place with few guests. It was my bad
management that caused a loss. I was afraid that I would let you down, so I went on the evil path... In
the business circle... Plenty of men want to play with women..." His defensive eyes darted at Frederic.
"Many clubs are doing the same business as our club nowadays... But the young master can't accept it,
so I..."

"Nonsense! When you were with me, I told you more than once that we should behave ourselves. We
can't be too greedy. If we want too much, it will not only ruin our reputation, but also ruin our own life.
Why don't you listen to me? You can write down all the things you have done in the club in the past few
years or record videos. You have to confess your crime obediently. If you really regret what you have
done, the police may be lenient and won't sentence you to death!"

"Master, you can't put me in jail. I'm too old to bear it... I can't get out alive if I go to jail." All of a sudden,
Dale kowtowed to Frederic.

But it was not enough to change Frederic's decision. After all, Frederic had never been a fan of
anything illegal. "If you do something wrong, you have to accept the punishment. This is an eternal



principle. How can you not understand?"

"No, no, no. My life is yours. Since you no longer care about the relationship between us, I will end my
life here..." As soon as Dale finished his words, he slammed his head against the wall.

Blood instantly gushed out and flowed down the sides of his face.

What he did was so unexpected that even Charles was surprised.

"Hey... Dale, doctor..." Due to shock, Frederic's voice changed. "Charles, don't let Dale die. Hurry up
and rescue him."

This was beyond Charles' expectation. Dale had killed people without blinking his eyes, but Charles
didn't think that he would also be so cruel to his own life.

"Doctor!" shouted Charles.

The doctors and nurses who ran in at the same time were frightened when they saw Dale lying on the
bloody floor.

For a moment, they were all rooted to where they were standing, so Charles had to shout again. "Save
him, now!"

"Yes, Sir." Everyone took Dale to the operating room in a hurry.

An hour later, the doctor was done reviving Dale.

When Charles saw the doctor walk out of the room, he murmured to himself, "So soon? Is he dead?"

"Sir, he's fine. He just has a concussion and will be put on a drip for a few days," the doctor said.



"Well, that's good. When will he wake up?" It was not a good thing if Dale would be unconscious for too
long.

After calculating in his head, the doctor replied, "It will take more than two hours until the anesthesia
wears off. If you want to talk to him, three hours is enough."

"Okay, I see." Of course, Charles wanted to talk to Dale. He wanted Dale to tell him what had
happened to Nancy in the club.

It would be too easy for Dale to die like this. Charles wouldn't let him go easily.

At this moment, Derrick was sitting in the ward.

He knew that David had done something to Nancy, but since then, he never heard any news from him.
Therefore, Derrick was anxious. He didn't know what had happened at all. He couldn't get through
David's phone, and he had disappeared as if he had escaped to the underground.

While Derrick was lost in various fancies and conjectures, he heard a nurse whisper outside, "I heard
that Dale committed suicide in Frederic's room."

"Why?"

"I vaguely heard that they were talking about a club. Alas, I don't know. Charles and Frederic are very
angry!"

"There are so many things happening in a rich family."

"Exactly..."

Their voices faded away, but Derrick couldn't sit still.



Romantic Private Club?

Something happened to Dale?

Why didn't that bastard tell him?

That was Derrick's place. In the past few years, a lot of shady business had been done in the club. But
why did Dale fall into Charles' hands?

Did Dale betray him?

'Did Dale do something for me while working for others?

David... Is it him?'

The more Derrick guessed, the more annoyed he became. If Dale betrayed him, he would be dead
even if he had nine lives.

When he was about to call David, the door suddenly opened and a strange man came in.

"Who are you?" His first thought was that there was a bad guy coming to take his life.

The man was wearing a peaked cap and a big mask. Obviously, the man was not a good man.

"Stop shouting, Derrick. It's me..." the man said in a low voice and took off his peaked cap.

"David?" Taken by surprise, Derrick asked, "What do you mean by dressing up like that?"

"Derrick, something is wrong... I kidnapped Nancy and sent her to Romantic Private Club. I wanted her
to stay there for a lifetime, but I didn't expect her to escape, and what's more... Charles went to look for
her there, and now Dale..." David faltered. "I'm afraid that Dale will betray me."


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