Chapter 557 Waiting for an opportunity to take revenge

A trace of unspeakable pain flashed across Amos's face.

[Cheng Ling] - his deceased adopted daughter, is his lingering nightmare.

Before meeting Dr. Ken, Amos was very afraid of the coming of the night, because as soon as he fell asleep, Cheng Ling would come to him and torture him, and he couldn't wake up.

Amos's hands were stained with the blood of innocent people in his life.

He has never had a nightmare.

He has never been afraid.

Cheng Ling is the first one.

John saw that Amos's face had turned darker with the naked eye, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he has temporarily gotten rid of suspicion.

However, he can't let down his guard. Recently, he must find an opportunity to talk to Marlene Taylor, and he must keep a distance, and never let Amos suspect him.

The cheerful waltz continued.

But Amos remained silent.

John coughed lightly and broke the silence: "... You know, I don't like women with black eyes. Some people say that women with black eyes were messengers of hell in their previous lives..."

"Shut up!"

Amos suddenly roared, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

His roar immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.

People inside and outside the dance floor cast curious glances at the corner where the two of them stood.

Amos raised his hand and adjusted his collar a little irritably, but he became more and more irritated. Finally, he simply unbuttoned the top button so that he could breathe more freely.

John quickly apologized: "I'm sorry... Uncle, I didn't mean to mention her..."

Only the people closest to Amos knew about Amos' nightmare.

Including his little wife Marlene Taylor, the housekeeper, Dr. Ken, and John.

But everyone kept silent about it.

After all, being scared by a dead person and having nightmares every night is not a glorious thing to tell others.

He was also afraid that people would mention it repeatedly in front of Amos, making it more difficult for him to let go of his knot.

When people withdrew their curious gazes, John spoke again to remind them:

"Uncle Amos, can you not let Mr. Fang and the others wait too long? I... everything today is my fault, I hope it won't affect your mood."

By the way, I still have to meet with the guys from the Masonic Society and witness the black-eyed man's oath of membership -

Cheng Ling, Cheng Ling, Cheng Ling.

The more Amos told himself not to think about these two words, the more they kept echoing in his ears as if they were possessed by something.

Cheng Ling, Cheng Ling, Cheng Ling.

A girl not far away laughed out loud.

Amos shuddered all over, and then cast a fearful look in the direction of the laughter.

It was a blonde girl, not Cheng Ling.

But after seeing the woman's appearance clearly, Amos did not relax.

A voice in his heart told him: Cheng Ling's lingering ghost was near him, spying, waiting, and waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

Amos' forehead was covered with sweat.

"Uncle, you don't look very well. Are you feeling unwell?" John asked with concern.

John's voice brought back his sanity.

Amos held his fist against his mouth and coughed to cover up his loss of composure. "I'm fine. I should go find them. Go dancing by yourself..."

"Okay, uncle!" John answered respectfully, and then lowered his voice, "You have the medicine prescribed by Dr. Ken, right? If you feel uncomfortable, you can take one to relieve it..."

"I'm fine, okay, I'm leaving. I'll come to you when I'm done, don't go too far." Amos said.

Amos forced himself to regain his normal demeanor, slightly adjusted his coat unnaturally, then raised his hand and patted John on the shoulder, and then turned and left.

Seeing Amos leaving, John curled his lips and showed a contemptuous smile.

——It was just a dead woman who scared him like this.

It seems that Amos is really going downhill.

The day when I replace him and become the leader of the Joyce family is just around the corner.