Chapter 172 Would You Spare Me

Timothy was so frightened by Bright's strong aura that he dared not look up. He was so weak that he
had only his last strength left to keep him from falling.

He felt he had lost control of himself, so he shook his head and then nodded. In fact, he had no idea of
what he was doing.

Bright looked down at Timothy, "Do you know it or don't you?"

"I don't know... Could you please tell me...?" Timothy was so scared.

Bright was standing there. The sunshine outside the French window was falling on him. The halo was
so thick, but it could not soften his anger.

His eyes were sharp and cold.

He did not speak, narrowing his eyes.

The atmosphere was frighteningly still, making Timothy feel at ill.

Timothy gritted his teeth and finally gave in. "Mr. Bright, I was wrong. I shouldn't have set Mrs. Lee up...
But I didn't know it was her."

"If I had known it, I wouldn't have come close to her. Mr. Bright, please forgive me. I don't dare to do it
in the future. No... I won't do it again. Please."

"Forgive you? If you are so ignorant, it would be fine. But you are arrogant How shall I forgive you?"
Bright's eyes were getting fierce.

Bright said in a light tone, but in Timothy's ears it sounded like the sound from the hell that made him
tremble.



"Mr. Bright, I really know I'm wrong." Timothy begged, "I will stay far away from Mrs. Lee, and with her
here, I won't show up; with me here, and won't be her..."

"What?" Bright asked in a skeptical tone.

"No, no, no. Where there is Mrs. Lee, there will be no me. I will get far away." he explained.

"You should have gone away!" Bright sat down on a single couch nearby, with a round wooden table
having a red rose in a white vase on it.

"You're not ignorant, you're fearless."

"Even if you didn't know Rose is Mrs. Lee, you knew she is my woman! And, you spoke ill of her and
ruined her reputation at a cocktail party!"

"I... I... I was drunken and lost my mind..." That was the only excuse Timothy could find.

"You did it on purpose." Bright's eyes were cold. "Did you send that Cruz to the Lee family?"

"No, not me!" Timothy shook his head repeatedly in denial.

"Who would it be if it was not you?" Bright suddenly looked gloomy.

"It was really not me. I don't even know him." Timothy denied.

Bright just twitched his lips and glanced at Bill, who had been waiting by.

Bill had been with Bright for years, and he knew exactly what the Boss meant.

Bill made a call, "Is that one there yet? Bring him in."

As soon as he hung up the phone, a black-clad bodyguard took a man in and then left.



The man gave in and fell at Bill's feet, "Mr. Bright, I don't know anything. It's not me, not me."

"See who is in front of you." Bill backed away so that Cruz could have a better look at Bright in the
back.

Bright bent his head slightly, looking at his long fingers, which were smooth and graceful. He sat there
perfectly fine like a cold statue.

Cruz looked up carefully, glanced at Bright, and then lowered his eyes, "Mr. Bright..."

He was so stupid that he had mistaken the real Mr. Bright.

"Since you didn't do it, will you tell Mr. Bright who did it?" Bill spoke in place of Bright.

Cruz pointed to Timothy without hesitation, "It was him. He asked me to do so."

"What the hell are you talking about? Timothy immediately denied it, saying, "I don't even know you.
How could I ask you to do something like this?"

"Mr. Timothy, you gave me 200,000 to go to go the Lee family and accused Mrs. Lee of being Mr.
Bright's mistress, and said that someone will cover up for me." Cruz answered back at Timothy and
then looked at Bright, "Mr. Bright, if you don't believe me, you can check my account. I received
200,000 two days before I went to the Lee family."

"I swear on my life that if I tell a lie, I shall die!"

In order to prove that he was telling the truth, Cruz was so ruthless that he risked his life.

Bright was very impatient at listening to their argument.



"Enough." Bill shouted. "Mr. Bright will have his own decision. He has given you the chance to tell the
truth and can spare the one who tells the truth, but don't blame Mr. Bright for being cruel to he who tells
lies."

Bright's eyes were as sharp as arrows, shooting Timothy in the chest.

Timothy shuddered, and his knees gave way and he fell to the ground.

"Mr. Bright, my brain wasn't functioning at that time..." Timothy finally admitted, "I didn't mean to do
this."

"Then who made you? Why don't you tell me who that is, and I'll vent it for you?" Bright smiled
dangerously.

Timothy gritted his teeth and didn't know how to answer.

"What? Do you have to consider whether to scapegoat for that person?" Bright gracefully crossed his
legs, "Since you are so loyal, I hope that person will not betray you."

"Timothy, this is the last chance Mr. Bright will give you. Be honest." Bill warned him not to think he
could walk away without saying anything.

"I... I could tell you, but I hope Mr. Bright will agree to one condition." Timothy dared to make a request.

"Do you think you are qualified to bargain with Mr. Bright?" Bill sneered.

"Well, tell me." Bright wanted to see what he wanted to do.

"Mr. Bright, don't tell that person I told you so, and spare me." Timothy still wanted to keep alive.

Bright was ruthless and vicious... Everyone knew that.



He could not help remembering what had happened to those who had offended Bright.

He didn't want to ruin the rest of his happy life for a woman.

"You're asking a lot." Bill was ashamed of him. "Want to ask more?"


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