Chapter 108 - Chapter 108: Chapter 108: A Cigarette Solved the Crisis?

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: A Cigarette Solved the Crisis?

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As his cigarette was about to finish, the System’s voice rang out again. “Now, please throw your cigarette butt away and drive away, you can do whatever you want.”

Yigol Novak was getting more confused. What was the System up to?

Did the System appear today just to play a game of throwing cigarette butts with him?

Confused, he stopped the car and looked towards the spot where he’d just thrown the cigarette butt.

Since the cigarette hadn’t been smoked completely, it hadn’t extinguished. At this point, Yigol noticed Heather Leich. He wasn’t very close to Heather, but her haggard figure was still recognizable to him.

Could something happen to Heather?

Yigol took a sharp breath in.

Heather walked slowly forward, seemingly in a daze. Suddenly, as she came to the place where Yigol had thrown the cigarette butt earlier, she stumbled and nearly fell.

Afterwards, she simply sat down on the ground.

Yigol was a bit puzzled, he continued watching, trying to understand the situation.

After observing for a while, Yigol saw Heather continually sitting by the roadside, indifferent to the dust stirred up by passing vehicles. She repeatedly rubbed her feet and eventually stopped, staring blankly at the traffic rushing past, her mind evidently elsewhere.

In these recent days, despite having lost her son and husband, and on the verge of losing everything else, Heather hadn’t shed a single tear.

She was so desperate that she couldn’t even cry.

She had been surviving these days by reminiscing about her past life with her family and the instructions from her late husband, who would often appear in her dreams telling her to live well and not lose hope.

In fact, she had thought countless times about joining her husband and son.

Heather had lost all of her loved ones, her husband, and son were her only family. Now, without them, she really couldn’t find any reason to go on living.

Although she had not ended her own life, Heather had spent each day like a walking corpse.

Just now, she had been musing aimlessly, reflecting on Yigol’s words and the words of that lady, dwelling on their family’s past. When absentmindedly, she’d been burned by a cigarette butt thrown from who knows where, causing her to nearly trip and fall.

Her feet hurt, she sat on the ground, rubbing them. As she did so, the feelings of grief and injustice that had been suppressed in her heart suddenly surged forth, overflowing uncontrollably.

Her tears fell, and her crying became more and more heart wrenching, until she was bawling loudly on the roadside without any regard for her appearance.

She had been suppressing her grief all these days, and with the tear ducts now open, she could no longer control herself. She needed something to vent out.

Because of her crying, more and more onlookers began to gather. Even Yigol, who stood at a distance, could hear it.

Yigol became even more confused about what the System’s arrangement was aiming at.

Heather kept crying, there were spectators, and there were passers-by, who just cast a quick glance and hurried away.

Heather had been crying for a very long time, until her throat became hoarse, that’s when her crying began to quiet down.

The volume of Heather’s cries decreased, but she didn’t stop crying.

At this moment, a car stopped next to Heather. A man in a suit got out of the car, his demeanor similar to Bob Presley’s father. Although he was middle-aged, he was in good shape, probably due to regular exercise. Yigol was puzzled. Who was this man? What was his relationship with

Heather?

About twenty minutes had passed, Heather probably tired from crying, stopped crying, only sobbing intermittently.

“Ding, the special program is complete, Heather Leich’s intent to kill has dissipated, she will not commit any drastic action.”

“What?” Yigol was dumbfounded.

“Considerate reminder for the host, from now on, Heather will let go of the past and live a good life.”

Was that all it took?

Yigol Novak was filled with question marks. One cigarette could end the crisis? Wasn’t this too incredible?

Over on Heather’s side, the man waited until Heather finally stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and after saying something to Heather, helped her into his car.

After taking several deep breaths, Yigol called the CEO of Missing Group: “Starting today, continue to supply goods to Yikea Supermarket normally and at cost price, without making any profit from them. Also, their goods, no matter when, under any circumstances, should be prioritized.”

“This, Mr. Novak…” The CEO hesitated a bit.

Yigol continued: “Arrange it, this arrangement should continue until I am no longer the majority shareholder of Missing. Otherwise, it should never be changed.”

“Yes, Mr. Novak.”

After ending the call, Yigol lit another cigarette, looking at the flow of vehicles outside the car, contemplating many things.

This outcome was unexpected to him, but he was satisfied with it.

As for Bob Presley, he had no sympathy for him. His thoughts remained the same as before, they had never changed. If Yigol hadn’t taken action against his family, Bob would have continued to harass Suri Drew.

Bob was too extreme, and Yigol couldn’t always be by Suri’s side. Over time, who knew what crazy things Bob could do.

Even if he was always by Suri’s side, he wouldn’t be able to guarantee that he could protect her every single time.

As for Bob Presley’s father, Bob was his son, and it wasn’t undeserved that he had to bear this fate. Bob’s today had a large part due to his parents’ excessive indulgence. But the main problem lay with Bob’s father. As Bob grew up, it was naturally his father who would discipline him. From what he had seen, it seemed like Bob’s father seldom held heart-to-heart talks with his son.

The most pitiful among them was Heather. But this was life and fate, an unavoidable fact.

With all the commotion that had happened, Yigol didn’t feel like going to the company anymore. Perhaps, he could go another day.

He extinguished his cigarette, started the car and drove home.

Once home, Yigol tidied up and changed into his home clothes, and lay down on the sofa.

After that, as usual, he started cooking when it was almost time for Suri Drew to get off work, served her a meal, and while washing her feet, he told her about what had happened today.

After hearing the story, Suri sighed deeply and said: “Really, no one wants such a tragedy to happen, but it isn’t our fault that things escalated to this point. Husband, if Bob’s mother can face life again, I think that’s good..”