Chapter 192

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Alex strode down the corridor leading to the VIP room, but he didn't need to look over his shoulder to sense it.

The tension.

The ring of bodyguards fanning out behind the walls, posted at every exit and window.

With a quick mental sweep, he detected their martial auras, each one bristling with skill far beyond the average rent-a-thug.

So Raymond's rolling out the red carpet, huh? he mused, lips twisting into a wry grin.

No matter. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Raymond," he said, skipping pleasantries, "you told me you'd secured a five- hundred-year-old Wild American Ginseng. I'm here for it. Where is it?"

Raymond Wellington-dressed sharp in a tailored suit-lounged on the plush armchair like he was king of the world.

"So impatient,” he teased, cl

apping his hands once.

A bodyguard slipped in, carrying a polished wooden box.

Raymond took his time setting it on the table between them, sliding the lid open slowly-almost theatrically.

Inside lay a dark-yellow root, no bigger than a palm, its long strands curling around themselves. Alex's eyes lit up like he'd just struck gold.

"That's it, all right-five centuries of potent ginseng," he murmured, leaning in to inspect it. He could practically feel the energy radiating off its twisted shape.

"How's that for quality?" Raymond asked with a silky smile. "Satisfied?"

"Very." Alex reached for the root without hesitation.

box's lid slammed shut

into something colder. "What's the rush? Have a seat. Let's...

about? We agreed you'd

gave an

you with that swanky hotel, right? So let's say this precious little root is up for trade

you'd owe me the ginseng-period," Alex retorted,

smile

cheap bastard. I'll throw in another fifty mil, in cash if you want-just hand over the formula. You'll never have to lift a finger

Chapter 192

Alex let out a short scornful laugh. "I'm not selling that formula- especially not to a snake

tapped the wooden box with a finger, the subtle threat echoing in

guy who decides whether you leave here with your precious root-or

willing to

of impatience. "And if I don't hand it over? Then what, hero?

calmly. "You owe me that

I've got thirty men posted outside

didn't waste another breath. He lunged for the box, hand darting across the

smug grin-right up until he felt the terrifying surge of force ripping

the... hell? Raymond's

like they might splinter if he squeezed any harder. Panicking, he released Alex's wrist and

head-on with his own

clashed in a thunderous collision that rattled the

Chairs flew back.

flying, his body hurled across the room like a ragdoll. He skidded across

the chair he'd been sitting in didn't

an immovable

with humiliation. Coughing, he forced himself upright. "I-I had no idea..." he sputtered,

table, shoved it under

Don't ever try to do business with me

fury as he watched Alex walk

you think you're going?!" he snapped, fumbling for his phone. "Guards! Get

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