Trafford's Trading Club Chapter 767 Chapter 11 Dead

767: Chapter 11: Dead 767: Chapter 11: Dead But apparently, this part of the so-called pensation does not include extending one’s life span.

If it could, even if it were just for a year, a month, Caroline estimated that she would choose this.

She truly felt that life was more important than money—at least in equal measures.

Because if one loses their life, no matter how much wealth they have, there’s no opportunity to enjoy it.

As for being somewhat healthier, it might make her live longer…

living in this country, longevity is not determined by health, but by luck.

If you’re lucky, you’ll live long.

If you’re unlucky, even as a healthy person, you might die upon leaving the house—like that father she barely remembers, a very good example.

Caroline’s final choice allowed her to obtain an unexpectedly astonishing wealth from Boss Luo’s hands—perhaps such wealth wouldn’t mean much to those real rich people or rulers like Big Boss Neymar, but it was enough to make people in the slums go crazy.

She curiously asked the boss how her fertility was going to be taken away.

However, the boss smiled and said that this would be taken away after the pletion of this transaction.

Because the practice here is to take the payment for purchases from customers’ hands last.

Caroline found it quite incredible.

This world has too much deceit, even for so-called face-to-face transactions, where goods and payment exchange hands simultaneously, there can still be fake goods or fake money involved.

But for the seller to wait until the end to collect a service fee is almost unbelievable.

Her first thought was, doesn’t the other party fear she might run far away?

However, thinking of the skills of that beautiful maid, Caroline dismissed this notion— this shop likely has various mysterious methods, otherwise, they wouldn’t feel so secure.

Originally, this method of signing a contract was only something that existed in film and television works—a sheepskin scroll appearing out of thin air, a handprint pressed, as if leaving one’s mark on the Devil for eternity.

“Wele back next time.”

Until this young boss said this sentence in front of her, and politely opened the door to see her off, Caroline had a feeling she was dreaming!

The rain outside seemed to have lessened a bit but was still within the range of a heavy rain.

Listening to the sound of the rain, Caroline subconsciously came back to her senses, hugged her arms tightly, and thought to herself, perhaps this mysterious transaction was just her illusion?

Perhaps, on the run, she accidentally fell to the ground, perhaps fell into a pit, or maybe down the staircase and lost consciousness.

Was this her dream after passing out?

She tried to look back.

When she left that bright lobby of the club and returned to this rain-drenched black street, a sense of terror suddenly began to envelop her entire body!

However, when she turned around, all she saw was an ordinary grocery store—she had even bought quite a few groceries and other daily necessities in this grocery store before!

Bang—!!

A sudden loud sound exploded!

This was the sound of gunfire!

For Caroline, who lived here, this was almost an unfamiliar sound!

As soon as the gunshot rang out, Caroline fearfully held her head and squatted directly on the ground—because the sound was so loud, it was like it was right next to her!

The gunshot echoed on the street and soon disappeared.

The rain once again soaked Caroline’s clothes.

She squatted on the ground, fearfully looking up, her face pale as she looked around.

The houses around seemed to have some activity due to the gunfire, but the windows and doors remained tightly shut, and people did not choose to turn on their lights in this abnormal situation.

Because they knew that light couldn’t drive this darkness away, so they simply merged with the darkness…

that way they could hide better, protect themselves.

Caroline suddenly stood up, no matter what, all she wanted at this moment was to leave this terrifying place and return to the only place that could give her a bit of security—the place she had bought with her own money.

…

Until Caroline’s figure pletely disappeared, there was finally a soft sound of a door closing.

The closed door significantly lowered the continuous sound of the rain.

The Maid started tidying up the guest’s dishes and cups after their departure.

She suddenly said: “Master, the Song Haoran Ms.

Caroline met, is he really…”

Luo Qiu was trying to mix a cocktail that was very mon in this country.

He propped himself against the counter, slightly bent his body, his gaze nearing the fine glass cup, looking at You Ye’s blurred face through the alcohol, he said softly: “In terms of blood ties, he seems to be my father’s cousin…”

As he spoke, the boss added some Cachaca into the glass.

…

…

When Caroline returned home in a state of panic, she didn’t dare open the door immediately.

She worried that Big Boss Neymar’s men might be waiting in her house—this method was too mon!

Only after Caroline watched for a long time and confirmed there was no one hiding in her home did she cautiously open the door.

Returning to the living room, Caroline felt as if all her energy was drained and she collapsed in front of the door.

She curled up, burying her head entirely into her legs, trembling.

In her heart, she kept encouraging herself to calm down, but the rain outside kept falling, jarring her thoughts and making it difficult for her to find peace.

Suddenly, Caroline seemed to remember something…

or felt something.

With trembling hands, she finally fished out a bank card from her collar…

the boss had promised her a sum of money, but hadn’t said how it would be given to her, leaving Caroline at one point to think it might be a nonexistent lie.

Even on the way back, Caroline kept worrying whether the other party had really fulfilled the so-called ‘promise’ to help her perfectly resolve this matter.

On the back of the bank card, there was even a password written in elegant handwriting.

Caroline was momentarily stunned, hurriedly took out her phone, logged in all the way, finally swallowed a gulp of saliva, and opened the balance interface!

It’s real!

It’s real!!

She jumped up all at once, at that moment, it seemed like all the fear left her!

She held up the bank card with both hands, excitedly spinning around in the shabby living room.

The ceiling rotated in front of her eyes, and she rotated beneath the ceiling…

the world was spinning, passed by like this.

Caroline finally jumped her body, directly leaping into the old sofa, lying on it, still holding the bank card up high, placing it under the light, as if this had also turned into a new light source…

innumerably brighter than the light itself.

Suddenly, the door to her house burst open, causing Caroline to choke up instantly.

“Caroline!

You’re back!

You scared me to death!

I couldn’t find you anywhere!”

In front of her was clearly her tenant, Livia.

“I…” Caroline was just about to say something

When Livia, in a panic, said: “Caroline, do you know, Big Boss Neymar is dead!!!”

“What!?”