Walter put on his best "I''m-so-innocent" face and said, "Ms. Morgan, I''m shaking in my boots here. How about you don''t send me in? I can make do with two million instead of three." "Keep dreaming!" Getty shot back, feeling all high and mighty.


    Walter gave her a long look, then suddenly cracked up. "Oh, so you''re really gonna send me in, huh? What should I do?"


    Getty''s face twisted in annoyance. She knew Walter was just faking it, and the mockery wasn''t lost on her.


    She shot daggers at him, then grabbed her bag. "Just wait!"


    With that, she stormed out, her heels clicking furiously.


    Walter watched her leave, his grin slowly fading.


    He turned and saw Peanut squatting on the floor, munching on an apple, with peels scattered everywhere. Walter''s forehead veins pulsed. He snatched the apple from Peanut and chucked it into the trash.


    Peanut just sat there, wide-eyed.


    Under Walter''s re, Peanut shuffled over to the trash can, picked up the apple, and started munching again.


    Walter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and called for the servant to clear all the fruit off the table.


    Then he pointed to a pile of bottles in the corner. "Get rid of these, and don''t let me see them again," he said, barely holding back his anger.


    The servant froze, breaking into a cold sweat. Those bottles had just been tossed out this morning!


    She quickly gathered the bottles into a trash bag and hurried out to dispose of them.


    Walter got up and walked out, with Peanut scrambling to follow.


    Peanut stumbled after him, grabbing his finger.


    Walter shook him off, causing Peanut to fall. Walter looked down coldly. "Stop following me!"


    Peanut sat there, blinking up at him, then suddenly pulled out two apples from his pocket, offering them up.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    The apples were half-eaten, covered in bite marks and brown lines.


    Walter sneered, bent down, and took the apples. "Trying to butter me up?"


    Peanut blinked, not understanding. He just knew Freya always peeled apples for him, and he liked them that way.


    The next moment, Walter let the apples drop, smashing them on the ground.


    Without a backward nce, Walter walked away.


    Peanut still sat there. Seeing Walter leave, he quickly got up and chased after him.


    He''d learned how to open car doors. Before Walter could get in, Peanut tiptoed and climbed inside.


    Walter''s forehead veins throbbed wildly. He mmed the car door shut, walked around, opened the passenger door, and yanked Peanut out by the cor.


    He dragged Peanut to the trunk, pulled out a rope, and was about to tie him up.


    Just then, a ck police car pulled up. A male and a female officer got out, seeing Walter with a kid in one hand and a rope in the other.


    Walterughed in frustration and discreetly tossed the rope aside. "Officers, what brings you here again?"


    The female officer''s eyes narrowed at the kid. "What are you doing?" she demanded.


    Walter shed a perfect smile. "Just taking the kid out for some new clothes. Look at him, he''s all raggedy."


    As he spoke, he let go of Peanut''s cor and picked him up, putting on his best doting dad act.