NovelStartUpon hearing it, Christopher's eyes darkened. "Ask him to wait forin another room." After settling his customers down, Christopher excused himself and slipped next door.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust as Christopher walked through the door, Aaron, who was calming his nerves with alcohol, immediately sprang up and rushed to him. Aaron glared at him with red eyes. "What the hell was that?! How could someone die?!" "Mr. Larson, I don't understand what you're saying." Christopher smiled nonchalantly.
Aaron was evidently panicked. Although they were alone in the room, he still kept his voice down. "Is there a problem with those drugs you gave me?! I've only spread them out two times. Why is there already someone dead?!" Christopher was still smiling, brushing it off. "Drugs are poison. Those people are taking poison. Isn't it normal if they died?" "But they only took it twice before they went mad and died! I've never seen drugs like this!" "Now you've seen it." Aaron's expression was stiff and pale. He suddenly grabbed Christopher's collar. "Christopher! Don't play games with me! Do you think you can escape unscathed if anything happened to me? We're in the sboat! If I'm in trouble, I'll definitely drag you down with me!" "Look at you, so impulsive, crying over such a small matter.” Christopher's smile froze, and he pushed Aaron away, slowly raising his hand to smooth out the wrinkled collar. “This is a new type of drug and has recently entered the market abroad. It's normal if someone takes it for the first tand cannot handle it.” "Then what should we do now?! I heard that someone who took this drug suddenly went mad on the road today and died right there! His death was horrifying, like he had epilepsy!" Aaron panicked. "The police will definitely perform an autopsy on him. If they found that he took drugs and tracked it to the Larson Group, what should we do?!" "Didn't I ask you to sell those drugs to undergroundanizations in Savrow and other places?" Christopher sat gracefully on the sofa, pouring a glass of whiskey for el himself. His tone was slow and collected. The man who died belongs to the Southern Star Syndicate. He's a wicked gang member. Who knows what else he might have taken before your drugs? The police won't treat this case seriously." "You... How are you so sure?!" Aaron was still doubtful. "No matter what, it's a human life. And he died on the street! How can the police ignore it?!" Christopher smiled contemptuously, shaking his head.
Alvin Larson made it big by selling medicine, which showed that he was smart. But his eldest son was an idiot whose brain was clearly underdeveloped.
After listening to it, Aaron's tense expression eased a little.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Anyway, just rest assured. The drug is fine. The problem is with the people taking the drugs." After that, Christopher had a few more drinks with Aaron before having Taylor send him back.
"Don't worry. It's not that easy. Besides, I won't give Aaron a chance to implicate me." Despite his words, Christopher's smile faded, and his gaze gradually turned sinister. "But we can confirm that the second round of experiments failed too." Taylor sighed. "Yes. I'vepiled the data and sent it to Ms. Amaryllis. She will send it to the research center in Meridan." Christopher gritted his teeth frustratingly. The repeated experiment failures caused a fire to burn inside him.
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