Chapter 37
“Useless!” Hugo scoffed, not hiding his disgust. “If it’s useless, what are you doing here trying to buy it?”
Hugo knew that Quiana had put in serious work to develop this medicine. It might be new, but it worked. That was why people came from all over to get i
Quiana casually blew a bubble with her gum. “Nobody’s making you buy it, right?”
Her flippant tone darkened Xavier’s face. He pulled a bank card from his wallet and declared, Two hundred thousand dollars. Give me the pills”
Hugo laughed an Xavier’s bossy tone, “You’re trying to lowball and bully your way into a deal?”
Hugo thought, ‘Everyone who comes for the pill showed Quiana the highest respect–everyone except this guy. The Larsons are lucky to have him. What a shame Quiana has to deal with them!
“Quiana“” Xavier ignored Hugo and glared at Quiana, his face dark. “Don’t be ungrateful!”
Quiana crowed her arms, a cold smile on her lips, “Didn’t you check the rules before coming!”
“Your rules“” Xavier sneered ‘Don’t think being in the Larson residence makes you special. You’re not even a patch on Winora!”
Quiana rolled her eyes. “Mr. Larson, all this calk, can’t you afford it!”
Xavier snatched back the bank card and the cash, smirking, “I don’t believe I can’t get it without you!”
Quiana shrugged, indifferent, and smiled at him, “You’re always welcome, Mr. Larson. But next time, it’ll cost more.”
Xavier started, turned and stormed off.
Hugo pocketed the medicine, muttering. “Why are all Larsons so clueless!”
Quiana was the only one on the whole continent brave enough to sell this stuff. And he thought they were rich but Xavier took back the cash he’d
Alira called to say Quiana’s wenes were starting tomorrow and asked if she needed a personal assistant
Quiana lazily replied. “No need
“Whoa!” Hugo’s voice burst out behind her, full of shock. “Quiana, check this our
Quiana frowned and looked where he was pointing
A La Voiture Noire rolled into view.
The car stopped 30 feet from the stall. The door opened, and a ramp lowered, revealing a man in a wheekhair.
“Wow! Julius!” Hugo’s eyes bugged at the La Voiture Noire, almost green with envy. He rugged Quiana’s sleeve. Quiana, why not marry him? You could be rich.”
Quiana playfully smacked his head.
Just yesterday. Quiana was an actor, today she was selling items under a bridge. Zack was speechless “Quiana, your business is really.”
Julius wore a black shirt with a thin blanket over his legs. His handsome face, like a masterpiece, had an aloof air and was pale, as the intriguing beauty mark gave him a mysterion, rather than feminine, charm.
His gaze swept the stall, his voice cold. “The Larsons not feeding you?”
Quiana patted Hugo’s head and clicked her tongue. “Cot to make a living, right?
Zack smirked. “I remember you tricked Julius out of three hundred thousand dollars last time.
was sick. But
Zack brand Leo said that not long ago, while they were looking for The Seraphic in the shims, Quiana sold Julius some kind of “miracle” potion for Three hundred thousand dollars.
kept a straight face, patting the cat carrier. “Can’t help it. They eat a lot.”
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Chapter 17
Zack thought. Three hundred thousand dollars are enough for a kid and a wolf for a long time
Standing in the car. Quiana looked down at Julius with a playful grin, blowing a bubble, “So, w
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