Although the dicine was developed by the Drexler Family, years ago the old man had already secretly used it to seek profit, so now the dicine has long beco sothing that you can acquire with money and a bit of status.
After a long while, he pursed his thin lips and spoke with an incomparably serious tone.
"Investigate every enemy who has had a grudge against , and also... the enemies of the Shawcross Family, carefully!" His eyes were full of a chilling coldness.
He couldn’t miss anyone who might lay a hand on Sumr Shawcross!
In the past, he never cared about being resented, nor was he ever afraid of any revenge.
Over the years, he had offended many people, and there were plenty who wanted to kill him.
But he had never paid attention to those people!
But now, when soone targets her, he has no choice but to be vigilant!
As Noah Drexler’s voice fell, Sean Morgan froze for a mont, then reacted and quickly nodded.
"This will take so ti, I’ll arrange it imdiately!"
Bear in mind, there had been quite a number of people who held grudges against the boss over the years, not to ntion so he unintentionally offended, so this investigation will indeed be quite challenging.
Noah Drexler nodded his chin, and then rembered sothing else, turning his eyes to Sean Morgan.
"By the way, help with sothing else..."
...
When Noah Drexler returned to the bedroom, Sumr Shawcross’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
From the bathroom ca the sound of her cheerfully humming.
He halted his steps, his dark eyes glanced briefly at the lit bathroom, her humming softly drifted out.
He pursed his lips, simply leaned against the wall, and quietly listened to her humming, lost in thought.
The somber expression on his handso face slowly eased, giving way to a hint of delight...
A wave of warmth washed over his chest.
Since he could rember, his heart had never felt as satisfied and warm as it did at this mont...
...
Half a month later.
Morning.
The villa, once quiet and cold, suddenly beca lively.
In the living room on the first floor, Sumr Shawcross was busy wearing an apron, teaching several bodyguards how to wrap zongzi.
After all, today is the Dragon Boat Festival.
However, despite her teaching for quite a while, the bodyguards’ hands seed chanical, wrapping zongzi that were either out of shape or squeezed open, exposing the glutinous rice and fillings inside.
"Did your hands get run over by a car?" Looking at the horrible looking zongzi before her, Sumr Shawcross held her forehead, saying sowhat helplessly.
"Madam... we usually don’t do such things, our hands really aren’t accustod to this..." one of the bodyguards touched his head, saying with an innocent look.
"Madam, how about we call the butler and the servants to co and assist you?" Sean Morgan sighed with so helplessness from the side.
They were a group of n skilled in fighting, but to have them wrap zongzi with their rough hands was truly a bit too much to ask.
"Forget it, forget it, if she cos over, she’ll just nag us with a pile of words..." Sumr Shawcross sighed.
Although Noah Drexler’s condition was improving, before completely getting rid of the virus, there would still be several tis of losing control each day that he’d have to endure through sheer willpower.
Seeing his painful, restrained appearance made her heart ache each ti, so she’d just turn off the lights and quietly stay by his side...
If the butler witnessed his condition, she’d probably sob and lant, which just thinking about gave Sumr Shawcross a headache!
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