"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?!"

not what | mean!" Nash threw his hands up in panic. "This is medicine, and I'm sure Mr. Zeller needs it urgently to be free of pain

pass this to Mr. Zeller, or just call him? I'm really sorry for taking up

and he grinned. "Those pills are from

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

innocently convinced that the pills would

if he knew what happened between

a beat—he did

upset, he would

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

Thank you so much for helping—please bring

bowing in gratitude, only to watch in shock as Willy threw the bag on the floor before trampling over

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