After Flying Fish got a direct confirmation from Yvette, she was stunned.
She took a deep breath before speaking, “Boss, Ss is the director of the top medicalb in Mysonna. How did you manage to have him lower his status ande to my apartment to deliver the antidote to Charles? My gosh, it’s unbelievable!”
While they were talking. Yvette had already changed her clothes into a simple tracksuit, familiar canvas shoes, and a ck baseball cap. Her androgynous style was incredibly cool.
She noticed the small hair tie on the table, paused slightly, then picked it up and casually tied her hair. Her voice was indifferent, saying, “I’m heading over now,”
Ss was sixty this year, but he was so well-preserved he looked no different from a man in his forties. His hair was perfectlybed and his eyes were bright and full of energy.
He nced down at the vintage watch on his wrist. It had been ten minutes since the door had closed. He didn’t show a trace of impatience on his face.
The door opened again. Ss remained as gentlemanly andposed as ever.
“Hello, miss, sorry to bother you. I’m here to deliver the antidote of No.7 Toxin for Mr. Jameson, Ss said.
Flying Fish had already changed into everyday clothes, and she was taken aback by Ss’s polite words.
She had seen Ss’s temper firsthand when she was undercover as a maid in Ss’s house back in the day. Ss was the type of person
who wouldn’t hesitate to scold his son.
I have kept him waiting for almost ten minutes. His pleasant demeanor nearly makes me want to swear. It is terrifying Flying Fish thought.
Flying Fish quicklyposed herself, shifted sideways, and politely extended her hand.
“Hello, Mr. Walson. Pleasee in, Flying Fish said.
Ss gave a slight smile as he walked into the apartment. A seemingly unremarkable trinket in the entryway caught his eye,
It was the first one-of-a-kind item auctioned atst year’s West Auction House. It was eventually sold for 3.3 million dors.
“What an impressive gesture! How could someone just casually ce it right at the entrance? Ss thought.
With his impable manners, Ss kept his eyes forward as he proceeded to the couch and took a seat.
Trailing behind, Flying Fish noticed Ss’s gaze pause on a spot in the entryway. Though it was just a few seconds, observation was key for Flying Fish as an assassin. So she didn’t miss a beat with what Ss was up to.
There isn’t much in the entryway, just a few knick-knacks I have collected. What could have caught his attention? Flying Fish wondered.
The atmosphere in the living room was filled with an awkwardness that was hard to describe.
Ss sat upright on the couch, with a ss of water that Flying Fish had just poured sitting in front of him.
Flying Fish sat across from Ss, trying her best not maid to make eye contact, afraid Ss might recognize her past as a little
Ss spoke in a neutral tone, “Ms. Fish, can you tell me where the patient is now? I can give him the antidote right away.”
Flying Fish’s eye twitched slightly, thinking, “Seriously? Ms. Fish
She nced at the ck suitcase by Ss’s left foot, guessing it probably held the antidote for No.7 Toxin.
“Well, Charles is in the next room. Let me take you to him.” Flying Fish replied.
Ss nodded. He felt a bit disappointed. He hade in person to meet Yvette, but since Yvette wasn’t there, he felt deted. and just wanted to finish the task and leave.
Flying Fish’s thoughts matched Ss’s. She also didn’t want to spend more time with Ss.
Charles, lying in bed in the room, had been excited all night. Hearing the faint sounds from outside, he wished he could go to the living room to wee them
‘Could I really get my life back! Every moment before the door was knocked on, Charles was consumed by this question.
“Come in, Charles lowered his voice, struggling to utter those two words. After one night, he could only open his mouth. Hel couldn’t move a finger.
When Charles finally saw who entered through the door, his reaction was even more intense than Flying Fish’s. Even though his body stayed still, his wide eyes and facial expression revealed how surprised he was,
It is Ss Walson, Charles thought.
Charles knew Ss, who led the medicalb that Braydon had been desperately trying to win over. Despite offering a fortune, Ss never even epted an invitation for dinner.
For an ordinary person, the Goodman family could ensure one would disappear without a trace.
But Ss wasn’t just anyone. With the support of Mysonna’s president and a background in a distinguished family, it wasn’t easy for the Goodman family to make a move against Ss.
Braydon tried every conceivable method but eventually had to give up since Sis couldn’t be persuaded.
Seeing Charles also looking shocked made Flying Fish feel a bit more bnced. Sure enough, anyone would feel bewildered seeing someone like Ss, Flying Fish thought.
“Hello, Mr. Walson, Charlesposed himself and greeted. Just saying those words took quite a bit of effort.
Ss was also aware of Charles’s identity. He might not be involved with the underworld, but he had heard some rumors about Charles’s reputation.
Ss was well aware of how powerful No.7 Toxin was. Enduring it for this long was trulymendable
Ss had consistently refused the Goodman family’s attempts to win him over. But unexpectedly, he let his guard down, and members sent by the Goodman family managed to infiltrate.
Ss had high hopes for Fiona. She was young and talented. Although she couldn’tpare with Wette, with proper training. Fiona had potential. However, she unexpectedly turned out to be associated with Braydon
Ss smiled gently, thinking, “Ultimately, I bear some responsibility for this. No.7 Toxin has originated from my medicalb. Charles is Yvette’s friend. It is only right to save him.’
Ss’s tone held a hint of admiration, saying, “Hello, Mr. Jameson. You’re incredibly strong. Making it this far is nothing short of a miracle.
Charles’s stiff tongue managed to utter two words, “Thank you.”
Without dy, Ss grabbed the ck case and walked to the bedside. He opened the case and took out a syringe filled with light blue liquid.
Ss squinted. Pressing down on Charles’s numb left arm, he injected the liquid.
As the light blue medication in the syringe diminished, Charles gaze gradually became clearer. His fingers could move slightly.
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Ss the syringe back into the ck case. The syringe needed to be taken back for special handling. Besides being the antidote for No.7 Toxin, it would be poisonous to anyone who wasn’t infected.
Seeing Charles trying hard to move his fingers, Ss reassured him, saying, “Mr. Jameson, there’s no need to rush. In about an hour, your bodily functions will gradually recover. With your physical condition, you should be back to normal in two
hours”
Charles calmed his excitement.
He thought he was doomed, but he didn’t expect Yvette to know Ss and save his life.
I no longer owe the Goodman family. From now on, my life belongs to Ms. Zeller, Charles thought.
Ss picked up the ck case and left the room. Flying Fish noticed and followed.
Ss reached the door and was about to leave but paused and turned back. He stared at Flying Fish, who followed behind.
His gaze subtly carried a hint of inquiry. His expression was stern. Yet his whole demeanor exuded a gentle and schrly quality.
Flying Fish felt a chill run down her spine as Ss’s gaze seemed to pierce through her. But she quicklyposed herself and smiled casually.
Her alluring demeanor instantly shifted to that of a cute young girl in a second.
“What’s going on, Mr. Walson? Is there something on my face?” Flying Fish asked.
Just as Ss was about to speak, Flying Fish didn’t give him the chance and continued talking, “You don’t need to say it, my face has something called beauty. Lots of people have mentioned it.”
Even someone as experienced as Ss was momentarily struck speechless by Flying Fish’s audacious confidence.