Secrets of the Cactus Men
7| He's Just A Boy.

“Go to workshop two. There is a customer waiting for you to justify his motor.”

Philip simply smiled as he could, then nodded his head.

“Partially, why is it almost two hours late?” His boss was still grumbling as he stepped away from Philip.

The workshop was busy this afternoon. Philip does not work in large and well-known workshops, but these workshops are quite crowded every day. Therefore, it was not unusual for Philip to arrive a minute late, his boss would be careless.

Philip started taking his workshop uniform. Wearing the uniform while preparing himself to go the extra mile today.

“My son took a seminar class yesterday morning.”

Philip heard the voices of his friends talking to each other from the dressing room.

“It's business class. Mrs Flores Lottie Smith who leads her class.”

Philip stopped the activity when the name of the wife was mentioned. He smiled proudly. “My wife is indeed a great person,” murmured Philip.

He was indeed angry at Flores this morning, but did not close off any pride in what Flores had achieved during his life.

“He's Philip's husband, isn't he?” Suddenly they whispered, but Philip could still hear it vaguely.

“True, why?”

“I feel sorry for Mrs Flores.” The voice whispered softly.

Philip wasn't an eavesdropping person before, but he started to get curious when someone pityed Flores, because it was Philip who deserved the pity of the people. Philip is a poor man living in a wealthy family. His pride was nothing more than a lowly man with no clear identity.

“Why pity him?” tanyakanya. “Philip good man. His family is always harmonious. She also loved Elisha, their daughter.”

“That's not what I meant.” His voice whispered more. A moment paused, as if making sure that no one heard their conversation. But, what a pity. Philip's in the locker room. The room was right next to them.

“The family of Philip is not clear where it came from.” He started. “We as fellow men only, always beware of him, right?”

Philip shook his head. “What are they talking about exactly?” Philip was about to get out of the room to stop the skewed gossip that would attack his wife's name later. However, his footsteps stopped. He heard an unkind speech.

“Honest of all. Philip is not worthy to be the daughter-in-law of the Harlow Family.”

The man continued. “The Harlow family has been around since I was a kid. Their wealth is hereditary. There has never been anyone as low as Philip into their family.”

Spontaneously, Philip heard a voice of laughter.

“You're right, too.” A man chimed in. “We are always even wary of Philip, maybe he stole the contents of our wallet to buy expensive bags to his wife.”

Philip closed the door carefully.

“True. A man will be proud if he continues to be a parasite. However, Philip definitely did not have much money to buy a branded bag for Mrs Flores.”

The two throw laughter at each other. They were satisfied with gossiping about Philip this afternoon.

“He does not know himself. Shouldn't take advantage of his wife to live a good life and dream of becoming the heir to Lottie Holding.”

Philip closed his eyes.

Philip thought that the insults would stop if he came out of his own house, but Philip was wrong. Wherever he was, Philip would be looked at with one eye if juxtaposed with Flores.

“Hei! You people! Stop gossiping about Philip.” Their boss is coming. “Later if the person hears, will misunderstand.”

“Philip is here?”

At the same time, Philip deliberately opened the door and walked out of the room. He showed the trunk of his nose after being satisfied to hear scorn about him.

“Philip?” A reasonable response, Philip only grinned when two of his workshop friends were shocked and gagu saw Philip's whereabouts.

Philip refused to press. He just gave a smile, then turned away. For Philip, making money for Elisha was much more important.

Philip started to justify the broken motor in front of him. He was so good at tinkering with the motor carefully.

“If it wasn't for you, my workshop wouldn't be this crowded, Philip.” The boss came, patted Philip on the shoulder.

Philip smiled casually. His head nodded and then resumed his work.

“So don't take it to the heart. They even gossip about me if I'm not around.” Boss chuckles. “I hope you understand them, Philip.”

Smile on Philip's lips. “I'm used to it, Mr. Martine.”

“By the way, someone was waiting for you in the lobby of the workshop. Said he wanted his bike repaired by you.”

Philip looked up. “I'm confirming the motor Mr. Alexi, Boss. Maybe you can get someone else to ...”

“I've offered him to another mechanic, but he insists on meeting you.” His boss urged Philip to stand up. “Go and meet that customer. He looks like a rich man, we'll get a big payday,” chuckles.

Philip had no choice but to obey his boss. “Alright, Boss. Please take care of this for me.”

Mr. Martine nodded. “Of course.”

“Excuse me, are you the one who wants to meet me?” Philip asked politely. Surprisingly, he did not see any motorbikes parked around him.

The woman looked. He smiled in satisfaction when he saw Philip standing right in front of him. “Finally we meet again, Mr. Sherburne.”

Philip frowned. He did not recognize who was standing in front of him. However, this woman clearly recognized him.

“For a long time no see you, O Storm from the east.”

Philip was about to reply, but the blunt force hit the nape of his neck hard enough. Philip lost consciousness instantly.

The woman approached Philip's body lying on the floor. He checked Philip's situation.

“You're sure he just fainted, aren't you?” ask the woman to her friend. “If it is worse, we will both die at the hands of boss.”

The young man in front of him nodded. “We should take her immediately before she regains consciousness, Natha.”

Philip's cell phone rang. Natha took it from the pocket of the workshop clothes that Philip was wearing.

“She is married?” ask Natha. “Her wife called.”

The young man in front of North nodded his head, then carried Philip's body. “Ignore it. We have to get her away before anyone sees us.”

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“Why not lift?” Flores was feeling restless. He paced back and forth just waiting for a voice call from Philip.

This was already the sixth time, but Flores was completely ignored by her husband.

“He's still mad at me?” Flores kept the phone away from her ear. “I am a fool,” muttered while banging his forehead.

Flores had no choice but to contact someone else. Myah was his last choice. Flores could not contact her sisters just to pick up Elisha who had a problem with her friend this afternoon. Brother Flores would definitely reject him for thousands of reasons.

“Halo?” Connected calls. “Mom?”

“Why call me after evicting me from your house?” Myah replied with a ketus.

Flores sighed. He lowered his ego for Elisha.

“Elisa had a fight with her friend at school. He was injured as well as his friend.” Flores. “I'm having a big meeting at the office. I can't cancel meetings that have already started.”

Myah chuckled.

“Mom! I'm serious.”

“Where is your husband?” Myah looked for Philip's fault again. “He sulks like a baby?”

Flores. “Don't discuss that again. Philip may be busy.”

“What's busier than a businessman like you, huh?” Myah raised her voice. “He's just a repairman. Do not consider his work equivalent to the busyness of our family.”

Flores closed his eyes. Even at a time like this, Myah could still demean Philip.

“Mom, help me. This time it's just.” Flores. “Elisa is also your grandson, Mom.”

Myah gave a long sigh. “Alright! All righty! I'll pick him up.”

Flores smiled with relief. “Thanks, Mom.”

The call was closed later. Flores continued his meeting. Elisha was in good hands besides him and Philip.

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Myah was about to grab her bag, went to visit Elisha's school after Flores called her. However, Marc's arrival interrupted Myah.

“Mom, will you go?” ask Marc. “I think so.” Marc smiled thinly. “Then I will also go.”

Myah stopped Marc. “Can I ask you for help, Marc?” ask Myah.

Marc mangosteen. “By pleasure, Mom.”

“Maybe this will be a shortcut for you to become the daughter-in-law of the Harlow family.” Myah took the paper and pen. He wrote down an address on the paper and handed it to Marc.

“That's Elisa's school address.” Myah. “Come there and be a superhero to that little girl.”

Marc frowned, not understanding.

“Maybe he was scared because his parents did not come,” timpal Myah again. The old woman smiled with satisfaction. “If can not take the heart of his mother, then take the heart of his son first,” whispered Myah to Marc.

Marc smiled knot. “I understand it, Mom.”

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