They plopped down in the living room. Calvin shot Quinn a look and asked what shed been up to and why she was here. Quinn spilled everything, including that she was here to find Alexander.
When she mentioned that, Calvin''s mood soured again. He let out a cold snort but kept his mouth shut.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
He still held a grudge against Alexander for how he treated Quinn. But seeing Quinn''s loyalty, all he could do was fume.
He should''ve taken Alexander out back in Municity.
After chatting for a bit, Calvin suddenly stood up and said to Alexander, "Come with me."
Then he nced at Quinn, "We need to talk business."
Quinn had no choice but to agree.
Alexander followed Calvin to the study. The room was bare, with empty shelves where Calvin stashed random stuff. Clearly, he wasn''t into books. Calvin pointed to a chair and barked, "Sit."
Once Alexander sat, Calvin asked, "Did you give all that stuff to Zeke?"
"Not yet," Alexander replied.
The so-called evidence he had was all from Calvin.
If Calvin hadn''t handed it over, Zeke would''ve dug up his dirt ages ago, leaving Alexander no chance to investigate.
"Why haven''t you handed it over?" Calvin pressed.
Alexander said, "It''s not the right time yet."
Calvin snorted again.
Even if the evidence was handed over, it wouldn''t shake his current power. At most, Zeke would have a chat with him, and he might lose a factory. Alexander asked, "Why did you team up with Aron in the first ce? And now you''re just giving it up?"
Calvin crossed his legs and said casually, "Because I was broke. Now I''m not. Plus, I''m not part of the Lynch family. How you all fight doesn''t concern me. Helping you is just for Quinn."
It was a simple reason but true. Even though Calvin had a lot of clout in Municity, he didn''t control the money.
Every item he sold was tracked, and not a penny could go missing.
Aron had it better; he had shares and a sry and could skim some money from thepanies. Calvin, on the other hand, only had his sry, no shares, and was just a high-risk employee.
If he didn''t stash some money away, he''d be screwed if things went south.
In this world, looks and money mattered.
Even though Calvin had many clients and connections, money still talked when it counted.
Alexander nodded. Seeing how easily Calvin handed over the evidence, it was clear he wasn''t hurting for cash now, maybe even richer than Quinn.
"To be honest, I haven''t liked Aron for a long time," Calvin said.
Aron had dirt on Calvin, and his demands kept growing. From a ten percent adulteration rate, it had now reached fifty percent inferior products. Their profit-sharing had also changed from a 70-30 split to 50-50, causing much dissatisfaction, including from Calvin.
If something went wrong, Calvin would take the fall, while Aron could wash his hands of it because he wasn''t directly involved. Calvin was the one in charge.
"I see," Alexander replied.
He then thought of something else. "So when I was getting chased on your turf, you didn''t help because Aron told you not to?"
"Pretty much. I didn''t know you back then," Calvin said.
"Did you know about my connection with Zeke at the time?" Alexander asked.
"How would I know? If Zeke asked me to help, I would. If Aron told me not to, I wouldn''t. Not my problem," Calvin said honestly.
Alexander pondered, staying silent.
Calvin stood up, went to a cab, and pulled out a small box, handing it to Alexander.
"I''m leaving soon. Last time, Ralph Cook told me your health might notst two years. This medicine is still experimental and has serious side effects. Take it and use it as you see fit," Calvin said. Alexander took the box, opened it, and found five vials of medicine and a syringe, along with a business card and instructions.
"This is his business card. Contact him directly when you need more. He''ll get you the medicine," Calvin added.
Alexander nced through the instructions, showing little reaction.
There was no miracle cure that could heal everything and grant immortality, at most, it could extend life.
"Got any questions or anything else to say? Speak now," Calvin said.
Alexander put the instructions back in the box. "Nope."
Calvin was a bit surprised.
The medicine wasn''t as miraculous as it seemed. It could indeed grow and rece human cells, but overuse would create antibodies.
At most, it could extend his life by ten years.
Calvin feared he wouldn''t withstand the side effects and might end his life prematurely.
"Are you sure there''s nothing else?" Calvin asked again.
Alexander nodded slightly and sighed softly, "Ten years should be enough."
Ten years was a long time.
Alexander could see Brandy and Sprout grow up, at least see them go to school, ensuring they wouldn''t grow up in an iplete family or without ever seeing their father. Calvin was at a loss for words.
He patted Alexander on the shoulder. "Use it, and we''ll see."
Calvin had warned him about the side effects before, indicating they might be worse than expected.
Alexander closed the box. "Thanks, Calvin."
"Don''te to me for your family matters anymore. Handle it yourself. I have one condition: don''t let Quinn get into danger, or I won''t forgive you," Calvin warned. "Don''t worry," Alexander said firmly.
Hearing his promise, Calvin said, "Alright, you two can go now. I don''t have anyone to cook here, so I can''t keep you for dinner."
Alexander walked out. Outside, he put the business card in his pocket and tossed the instructions in the trash, leaving only a few nameless vials in the box. Alexander took the box downstairs.
Quinn came up to him. "What took you so long?"
"Nothing, just reminding me not to let you get hurt again," Alexander said casually.
Quinn didn''t buy it. Her eyes fell on the box in his hand. "What''s this?"
"A gift from Calvin," Alexander replied.
"Let me see." Quinn opened the box and saw the vials, frowning suspiciously.
Who gives medicine as a gift?
"Is this medicine?" she asked.
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