"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?!"

mean!" Nash threw his hands up in panic. "This is medicine, and I'm sure Mr.

to Mr. Zeller, or

Willy's eyes flashing in amusement, and he grinned. "Those pills are from

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

that the pills would be delivered if Willy

certainly would not think so if he knew what happened

heart skipped a beat—he did not

if Willy's friend got upset, he would be butchered

knees and apologize, Willy alighted and took the bag of pills Nash held out

relieved that you're a friend of Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Sorano. Thank you so much for helping—please bring those pills to Mr.

only to watch in shock as

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