You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 602 The Deal Between John And Tim

There were two framed photos on John's office desk. One was a family photo of him, Nina, and their children, and the other was a collage of small ones of him and Nina. Caroline had taken many photos of them together, and John kept all of them.

He deliberately placed the framed photos at the upper right corner of his desk. Every time he looked up, he saw them, and he could reach out his hand and touch them. Whenever he saw their photos, John would be in a good mood. It freaked him out at first, seeing himself grin, but now he was used to it.

He had grown so accustomed to smiling that he would occasionally greet and smile at his employees, which scared the hell out of them. To them, he looked more frightening when he smiled.

But Amy kept calm. She knew the reason of her boss's recent changes of heart, although she had to admit that it worried her a little.

She watched as John took another glance at the photos and smiled again.

"Mr. Shi, Victor, Tim's assistant, wants to see you. He said that Tim sent him to make a deal with you."

The smile on John's face suddenly vanished. "Make a deal? What kind of deal? I don't want to see him."

"Yes, sir." When John did not say anything more, Amy bowed slightly and turned around to leave. Then he suddenly called out to her. "Fine. Send him in."

John knitted his brows and immersed himself deeply in thought. Tim had been keeping his distance from him during the past couple of years. Now he suddenly wanted to make a deal. There must be some kind of plot underneath it all.

He decided to figure out what deal it was.

A few minutes later, John heard footsteps approaching and a man talking incessantly. It must be Victor who kept asking Amy endless questions.

Amy had learned a lot of things from John, and one of those things was not to respond to strange chatterboxes like Victor. Amy ignored him the entire time, which angered Victor so much that he called her a mute.

That was when Amy decided that she had had enough and said her first words to Victor. "Go in by yourself."

"Do I even need your help?" Victor replied arrogantly and swaggered into John's office.

As soon as he saw the cold-faced CEO sitting at his desk, Victor immediately switched to a neutral facial expression. He might be standing in the presence of a very powerful man, but he had no respect for him.

He only had respect for Tim, the man who had given him a second chance at life.

"Mr. Shi, Mr. Shen wants to make a deal with you." Without beating around the bush, Victor continued, "He wants an invitation to your wedding, and in return, he will give you the specific date, time, and place o Vivian's deal."

John kept still in his seat with half his expressionless face rendered warm by daylight bouncing off his skin. If he had been stunned by Victor's bluntness, he did not show it. With narrowed eyes, he looked him up and down.

Victor was displeased to see that John did not seem to be moved by what he just said. "It's a great thing to make a deal with Mr. Shen. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain here. Do you have any idea how many people want Mr. Shen to be a witness to their wedding?

It's an honor, and he won't eat or drink much at the banquet. Anyway, just let me know whether you agree or not. I have to return with something." Without waiting for John's reply, Victor casually strode in and sat on the sofa.

The quality of the sofa startled him. It was soft but firm, like sitting on an upholstered cloud. Victor leaned back and made himself comfortable, completely ignoring John.

Tim did not care about human life, and he was not afraid of him. Why would he be scared of John?

"Your sofa is so comfortable and beautiful, Mr. Shi. Where did you get it? I may get one for Mr. Shen."

With darkened eyes, John said expressionlessly, "It was custom made."

"Custom made?" Victor thought for a while and finally understood what he meant. "So it's one of its kind. Then forget it. Mr. Shen doesn't like soft sofas anyway.

Anyway, do we have a deal? Think about it. All you need to do is invite Mr. Shen to your wedding, and you can finally send Vivian to prison. You won't suffer any loss. If anything, we're going to be the ones in a compromising position."

The thought made Victor feel uncomfortable all over. Tim's brain had been really muddled lately, and that was why he made such a deal that was not good for them at all.

"And why should I believe you?" John slowly stood up. The truth was, he was very interested in Tim's offer.

But he still had to be cautious. Why would Tim want to attend his wedding? Why would he sell Vivian out for an invitation to his wedding?

John clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "Give me one reason why I should believe you."

"One reason?" Victor leaned forward and crossed his legs. He grumbled, "Because Mr. Shen is doing this for a woman, not to trick you."

Deep in his heart, Victor did not agree with Tim's plan. If Vivian was arrested on their territory, they would suffer huge losses.

Victor really didn't want to make the deal.

But it did not matter. Tim was willing to do it.

Victor put down his leg, stood up, and looked at John. "That's the reason. If you don't think that's enough, I'll give you another. Vivian was not the one who saved Mr. Shen's life at all. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Anyone who lies to Mr. Shen will meet a terrible end."

In the past three years, there had been no explicit link between John and Tim. The closest connection they had was when John sent someone to investigate Vivian in Tim's territory.

Although they did not have many interactions, he had heard a lot of things about Tim. He was a ruthless gentleman who embodied karmic justice.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. He was not above risking his own life to exact vengeance.

Victor's second reason finally convinced John.

"I will send someone to pick Tim up on the wedding day."

"No invitation? I guess that's fine. It doesn't matter as long as he can attend," Victor said and then picked up a pen and a piece of paper from John's desk. He wrote the time and address of Vivian's deal on the paper and then set down the pen after he finished. He had completed his task.

But he was not happy for Tim at all. He knew that he would lose out heavily, a loss no different from losing one hand.

The sun shone on the white paper, and the shadow of the pen covered a few of the words in Victor's crooked handwriting. John looked at it and frowned.

His sons' handwritings were even better than this.

Victor ignored the judgmental expression on John's face. He knew that his handwriting was bad. He had not graduated from primary school, but he did not care if his handwriting was pretty as long as it was legible.

"That's the information as promised. I'm leaving now. Mr. Shen will be waiting for his ride on the wedding day." Victor waved his hand and went out. Before he left, he whistled at Amy and flashed her a naughty smile.

Amy did not even look in his direction.

After Victor left, John picked up the note and called Noah. "At four o'clock tomorrow afternoon, Silverhall Nightclub's underground warehouse. There are two ways out. One on West Forest Street and the other on South Road. Barricade both, and don't let her escape."

"Got it. I'll inform the police to arrange it in advance. I think she will call me to go and make a deal tomorrow afternoon."

Then, Noah hung up and called the director directly.

They had planned this for so long, and it would finally come to an end."