Who is this woman?
Is she Gerry’s mother?
Shirley Grant?
Alan Morgan’s eyes tightened, trying hard to recall, but at this mont, a wave of sharp pain assaulted his head.
"Ugh..."
He held his head tightly, pressing hard on his temples.
"What’s wrong?"
Alan’s mother ran over with a worried look, seeing that his complexion was a bit off, she felt very concerned.
"Doctor, doc..."
"It’s okay."
Alan stopped his mother from calling the doctor, put on his shoes and straightened his clothes.
"It’s nothing serious, I’m in a hurry, I’ve got to go now."
After saying that, he turned and glanced at Gerry.
"Daddy is okay, you must listen to Grandma obediently, okay?"
"I know, goodbye Daddy!"
"Mm."
Alan smiled, turned, and walked out of the ward.
Once out of the ward, his complexion turned even paler, reaching out to rub his temples hard.
"Alan, let’s break up, being with you is just for money."
"Yes, I deliberately climbed into your bed, so that I could enter the MC Group."
"That’s right, I’m indeed a person who craves vanity, didn’t you already know?"
"Alan, I don’t want to deceive you anymore, you’re too naive."
"Sure, just give the money whenever you want."
......
Moreover, it was the voice of an unfamiliar woman.
Every sentence, every word, carried enormous harm, making him unable to breathe from the pain.
Shirley Grant, Shirley Grant, what kind of evil woman is this?
To actually be able to do such things.
Was he truly so blind before?
He swore that he must find this woman and would best dig out her heart to see whether it’s red or black.
Leaving the hospital, he headed directly to the Black Market.
Underground Black Market—
Annie Davidson and Owen Lewis were the first to arrive here, Owen Lewis was currently handling matters in the black market.
Annie Davidson had to wait alone in the conference room.
Soon, Alan Morgan arrived, followed by Maxwell Peary.
"Annie, handle that area abroad, and later, notify Sicily over there, don’t make too big a move, don’t get caught."
Currently, since nothing has happened in Sicily, it shows that the old man hasn’t made a move there.
Perhaps, he never imagined Maxwell Peary’s claws had already extended there.
"No problem."
Annie nodded, and after saying this, she directly left the black market, taking a helicopter to leave.
"Owen, take care of the dostic business, and these days pay extra attention to the black market."
"Alright."
Owen Lewis accepted the task and, after listening to the instructions, also directly left.
"Alan, how is your health now?"
"It’s already better."
Alan smiled, he had thought the Peary Clan’s old man would intervene in this matter, but didn’t expect it to be so quickly.
Looks like Maxwell Peary is growing too fast, he’s already feeling a bit panicked.
"That’s good, you take care of the MC Group and the nurous subsidiaries, then..."
At this point, Maxwell Peary suddenly paused.
The corners of his mouth slightly curved up; if there’s to be a ga, let it be a grand one.
Otherwise, if it’s just him making moves, wouldn’t it be too dull and tasteless?
"Then, give the old man a little gift. Isn’t he interested in the Swan Family? Strike from the Swan Family."
Destroying a Swan Family is a matter of minutes.
"Don’t do this personally, Charles Northwood is the one dealing with the Swan Family, add fuel to his fire."
"Yes."
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