After sending Olivia back to her bedroom, Chuck saw White calmly sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed. Her face was still dark.

"It's Conrad who wants to kill me?" Chuck walked over and sat in front of White. He looked up at him.

Before White answered, Chuck chuckled again, "If Conrad wants to kill me, he don't have to do it in this way."

"Their target is your token." White raised his eyebrows. His starry and dark eyes finally met with Chuck's.

Hearing the underworld token, Chuck was confused, "the underworld token? What is it? "

White frowned. Chuck didn't know about the underworld token. Could it be that the leader of the bloody group misunderstood the information? No, if there was no real information, how could the bloody group pay a high price of one billion.

"The token is the symbol of the underworld power and a gift of the underworld people as a devil. Conrad had it. That's why war he could be on an equal footing with the bloody group. It is said that you have kept that thing. " White said slowly.

Chuck smiled. He hated underworld most and darkness. How could he accept that kind of things? He replied, "I don't have the token."

Chuck suddenly became silent. He remembered that he was dragged to the dungeon by Conrad once. He fainted and seemed to feel that someone cut his back and put something in it.

He had so many wounds on his body that he didn't care about any pain

"I think I know where the token is." Chuck smiled bitterly. "It's on my back. If you need it, take it out."

With a cold expression, Chuck took a small knife out of the collar of his suit and stared at White. He put the knife in White's hand and squatted down with his back to White.

He slowly took off his shirt and the shocking scars were not covered in the dim light. White's sight fell on the bulge on the left of Chuck's back, where there was a stitched mark.

"You hide them by yourself or by Conrad?" White frowned and asked. Then he lifted the knife and opened a small mouth with incomparable precision.

"Perhaps Conrad thinks it's safe to leave it here because I don't know what he put." The tone of Chuck was as usual, as if his body was not cut by White.

After the thing inside Chuck fell to the ground, White picked it up. It was a token from the underworld. With this token of a lot of powers, one could dominate the underworld. Conrad had been in the underworld for a long time, it was all because he was the master of the token. The bloody group didn't obey Conrad and wanted to take away the token, mercilessly trampling Lu clan.

The token of the underworld was the symbol of power.

"I'm sorry, Tim." White picked up the black token and apologized gently. He let his brother alone to suffer all the pains in the world.

Chuck stood up and shook his head, "you don't have to apologize. You don't have to take care of me."

With these words, Chuck continued, "don't think that calling you brother means I have admitted who you are. I don't admit it, neither do I."

Because they were not brothers from the very beginning.

White didn't argue back. He smiled lightly. It had been 14 years since they met last time, but he was able to figure out all Chuck's emotions and character by accident. The power of blood relationship was really strong.

Without any class, Oli

With her eyebrows frowned, Olivia snapped, "No. If you don't have anything else to say, that's it. "

Olivia hadn't known the details about Chuck yet, so she had been hoping that she could hear it from his own mouth.

After finishing the phone, he found that White and Chuck were still drinking coffee silently. Neither of them spoke.

"...." Olivia remained silent.

After coming out of the coffee shop, they went straight home. Chuck silently went to the study to check the data, while White returned to her bedroom in silence.

Chuck gave the bedroom to White and went to sleep in the study. Olivia watched TV with a pillow on one side and watched their movements with the other.

Oh my God! They broke up in separate rooms... ' It seemed that they had had a big quarrel

With a sigh, Olivia cautiously walked into the study, holding her pillow in her hand. In the study, Chuck was busy with investigating reports and research articles, taking notes while taking notes. The red rope quietly rested on his wrist.

He had a handsome figure. His hair looked soft and his white shirt was in the dim orange light. Such warmth was beyond description.

"Chuck." Then Olivia sneaked up to him.

Chuck replied but didn't stop his writing.

With a chair in her hand, Olivia sat down next to Chuck and was about to have a good talk with him. "What on earth happened between you and White?"

"Nothing." Said Chuck perfunctorily.

"Why do YOU need to separate rooms if there is nothing special?" Olivia kept asking.

Chuck kept silent for a while. Finally, he stopped writing. He took Olivia from the chair into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her on the nose. "I'm just writing my dissertation. You are thinking too much."

Tilting her head down slightly, her eyes rested on his chest docilely. Ever since the incident of her first kiss, Olivia found Chuck had become bolder

The next day was the Christmas Eve. Her two friends in the dormitory were preparing the birthday party of Chuck carefully. They had also made a series of plans for her. Whether her plan would fail or not, it depended on tomorrow's battle.

Failing in persuading him, Olivia dragged her heavy steps back to her bedroom.