"Wait, Gus Zeller's medicine... from a Mr. Lawrence?" Willy mused to himself, and soon a certain Lawrence's face cto mind.

As Willy's expression turned cold, Nash saw the expensive car driving into Sorano Estate and Willy who sat at the back.

Noticing the bodyguard fawning all over Willy, Nash could see that Willy was a big deal, and someone like him would most likely help him out.

He walked up to Willy's car, bowing nervously and asking gingerly, "Mr. Sorano? I'm here to deliver medicine to Mr. Zeller, but | wasn't allowed in and

couldn't contact Mr. Zeller. Could you please—"

"Shut up!" the bodyguard bellowed at him right then. "Did you just ask Mr. Sorano to run an errand for you?! Who do you think you are?!"

panic. "This is medicine, and I'm sure Mr. Zeller needs it

you please pass this to Mr. Zeller, or just

amusement, and he grinned. "Those pills are from a Mr. Lawrence, you say? Could it

Do you know him, Mr. Sorano?" Nash's eyes lit up in delight at Willy's

convinced that the pills would be delivered if Willy

think so if

skipped a beat—he did not think that Nash

got upset, he would be butchered many times

Willy

of Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Sorano. Thank you so much for helping—please bring those pills to Mr. Zeller

as Willy threw the bag on the floor before

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