"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?!"

his hands up in panic. "This is medicine, and I'm sure

to Mr. Zeller,

pills are from a Mr.

know him, Mr. Sorano?" Nash's eyes lit up in

convinced that the pills would be delivered if Willy was Frank's

so if

heart skipped a beat—he did not think that Nash

upset, he would be butchered many

before the bodyguard could drop to his knees and apologize, Willy alighted and took the bag of pills Nash held out

of Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Sorano. Thank you so much for helping—please

shock as Willy threw

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