"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?!"

is medicine, and

I'm asking a favor... Could you please pass this to Mr. Zeller, or just call him? I'm really sorry

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

Nash's eyes lit up in delight at

the pills would be delivered if Willy was

would not think so if he knew what happened between

a beat—he did not think that Nash

he would be

his knees and apologize, Willy alighted and took the

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

as Willy threw the bag on the floor before trampling

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