Chapter 737 The Fruits

When the job was finally done, Fergus was thrilled. He couldn’t contain his excitement and immediately dialed Atticus’s number.

“Professor Sterling, I’ve finished everything you asked for. Can you arrange my payment now?” Fergus asked.

Hearing Fergus’s words, Atticus replied with disdain in his eyes, “Professor Lynch, I trust you, but it’s not just up to us. I need something to convince my boss before I can arrange your payment, right? How about you wait a couple of days? Once everything’s settled, I’ll wire the money to you right away!”

Fergus had long seen through Atticus’s scheming. He knew it was not easy to take out money from Atticus.

Fergus was well-prepared and confidently replied, “Professor Sterling, check your inbox. Maybe this can help you convince your boss.”

Sensing Fergus’s implication, Atticus immediately opened his email. It contained a video and a blood report. The footage was covertly recorded. It showcased Catherine taking the medication provided by Marshall, and the report displayed Catherine’s blood test after taking the medication.

Seeing the data in the report, Atticus smirked. He finally achieved what he wanted. This was the result he desired.

“Professor Sterling, does the content of this email suffice for your boss?” Fergus’s voice came through the phone, conveying a hint of threat.

knew Fergus only sought money. Money was the least

will

rise unexpectedly. But Marshall unexpectedly

championship. Otherwise, Marshall couldn’t have been deceived. Besides, Fergus never believed Catherine alone could lead Marshall’s team to beat the Altonian Team. Everyone knew

added a new request. He wanted Fergus to keep a close eye on Marshall’s

wore a contemptuous smirk. To him, Atticus was a timid person who

With the rest of the team, Fergus believed any

found Atticus worrying about not securing the championship

to help inquire. He phoned one of his team members and asked about Eamon’s and the others’ situation. Though finding Fergus’s sudden call odd, the teammate brushed it off and assumed it was a school-related

It’s just that the junior student, Marlon, seems sick. He

perked up and asked

ill and weak. For him, even standing up

a few perfunctory remarks before hanging up. Once off the phone,

the last backup was out of commission, Fergus was curious to see how Marshall

the report while casually enjoying the fruits prepared by Branden. She felt

composure. In her presence, he didn’t seem like a professor, feeling more

“Catherine…” Marshall called out.

she picked up a piece of fruit and offered it to him. ” Professor Hartley, have some fruit. It’ll cool you

tasted. It momentarily distracted him and almost made him forget what he wanted

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