Chapter 84 Mr. Larson Asks for Money
Alfredo hurried back, only to find that Myrna had left. His eyes dimmed instantly, like a deflated ball, listless
"Did sister leave?"
Calvin put things down, took out his phone and glanced at the
message, his thin lips moved: "Let's go, she texted saying she's back at school for class."
"Oh."
Calvin caught sight of his listless appearance, his thin lips curling into a smirk as he ruffled his hair, lazily saying.
"If you behave. I'll take you to pick her up after school."
"Really?" The little head that had just drooped down suddenly shot up.
Calvin was in a good mood, he put his phone back, his eyes deep-set. he didn't answer directly: "Depends on
your performance.
If he behaved well and obeyed, he could consider taking a look.
Cedric had just cin from outside and, seeing them talking, was surprised not to see Myrna. He asked in
astonishment. "Mr. Larson. did Ms. Stark go to school? How c| don't see her?" "Uh-huh."
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Cedric breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Ms. Stark was not around, which made it easier for him to speak his
mind.
He leaned into Calvin's ear and whispered, "Mr. Larson, someone is
offering a high price for rare materials on the black market"
All the resources in this area within the country were completely under their control. Despite its unassuming
appearance, this thing was needed in aerospace materials and advanced weapons. Therefore, controlling this
was equivalent to controlling a lot of things. It was absolutely impossible without reaching a certain level of
power and influence.
"Who wants it?" Calvin's eyes were deep and somewhat dark, no one could fathom his thoughts.
"People from the Scarlet Guild."
Cedric said somewhat strangely, "They've never been involved in this kind of thing before, why do they suddenly
want to buy this now? The price they offered is quite high, and besides money, they also hinted that they could
exchange it for information."
The Scarlet Guild was both righteous and evil, holding a fair amount of confidential information in their hands,
and they had a bit of a reputation overseas.
"Mr. Larson, did we give it to them?"
Calvin rested his fingers on the edge of his arm, gently lifting them. His hands were beautifully formed, with skin
as white and smooth as jade. His flesh and bones were well-proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat. His
fingers were slender, and his round nails were neatly trimmed.
After a good while, he slyly half-closed his eyes, "Spread snews, make them pay more.
Cedric:
You were not short of money.
lle thought so in his heart and nodded in agreement, saying, "Alright."
Calvin caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of the little one who had run off to fetch a stool to sit on while
peeling fruit for him, trying to be good. Suddenly, he asked, "Have you not found the doctor I asked you to look
for?"
Cedric brought this up with a sense of guilt, lowering his head, his voice weak, "That divine doctor, 'he' is elusive,
completely untraceable. Mr. Larson, could it be that this person doesn't exist at all? Otherwise, why can't we find
any information no matter how hard we search?"
"The black market was still selling the medicine he made. It couldn't possibly not exist, it was just deeply
hidden."
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"Continue the investigation."
Cedric responded, suddenly lifting his head as if he had thought of something. "Mr. Larson, isn't Ms. Stark a
doctor? Why don't we let Ms. Stark take a look at Mr. Alfredo?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he himself found his words amusing. That day, Myrna had so many
neurosurgeons with her, perhaps the surgery was just a stroke of good luck. Mr. Alfredo was of high status, and
Mr. Gaven was pampered like anything. If anything went wrong, who could bear the responsibility?
He silently smacked his lips, touched the bridge of his nose and said, "Never mind, I'll go look again."
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When school was over, Myrna received an anonymous text message that simply read - "More money."
Chapter BM Larson Asks for Money
The corners of her eyes were tinged with a deep red, a hint of untamed wildness and pride in her gaze. She let
out a 'ha' sound, as if she was laughing in disdain.
She quoted a nine-digit figure and even wanted more money, so greedy!
She had just put her phone back in her pocket when a black Bentley suddenly stopped in front of her. The car
door opened, and a man who looked like a butler got out of the car and walked up to her, blocking Myrna's path.