Zhang Heng's single sentence silenced the entire garden.
The polite expression on Mr. G's face gradually faded. He did not answer Zhang Heng immediately. Instead, he shifted his gaze to the traitorous bodyguard at his feet and said to him,
"You've been with me for three years now, haven't you? You knew I hated traitors most of all, yet you still did something like this. You've disappointed me deeply."
"I know I made a mistake. I don't expect your forgiveness. I only want you to give me another chance, so I can make up for the mistakes I made before," the traitorous bodyguard pleaded.
"But what you did was no small mistake," Mr. G said flatly. "You were here that day too, weren't you? You watched Mr. Zhang Heng fight his way through every obstacle, defeat all the experts I had brought in, and return with the croissant ahead of schedule to complete the trial. Yet because of you, even though Mr. Zhang Heng performed so brilliantly, I still couldn't truly entrust the courier mission to him. That was why so many misunderstandings arose, and why we ended up at this point of mutual distrust."
"I..." The traitorous bodyguard was speechless.
"It's not that I don't want to give you another chance. You should know very well how important recovering the item is to our later plans. In fact, without the item, there would be no later plans at all. How could I give you another chance?" Mr. G set down his teacup.
The traitorous bodyguard looked stricken with fear.
"Also, let me remind you: you're begging the wrong person. The Mr. Zhang Heng standing beside you is now the key to whether our work can continue. Rather than begging me, you'd be better off begging him."
Hearing that, the