Keith could tell that Harrison was on the verge of desperation when he said the last statement. So, he feigned surprise and asked, "Dude, did you force Zekeiah to his death?" "Of course, not!" Harrison grumbled dejectedly. "Do you think I would do that over such a menial thing?" "Why not?" Keith chuckled. "He was a member of the Qing Eliminating Society and knew many of the organization's secrets. You forced him into a desperate situation, so he had to die to show his loyalty to them. If he didn't die, all of his family members would be executed." "Fuck!" Harrison gritted his teeth and cursed. "What should I do? Would the organization think I forced him to his death? But I haven't done anything! I just wanted to keep an eye on that antique dealer and get my things back, that's all." By this time, Harrison was on the verge of collapsing from the misery. It was not because he couldn't handle the stress, but such a problem would make anyone uncomfortable. The Qing Eliminatin
Harrison didn't even want to talk to his sons about what had just happened. He knew very well that his pampered and well-protected descendants would not only be hopeless when it came to solutions but might even make matters worse. Based on his understanding of his descendants, if he told them about the matter, there would definitely be some idiots who would swear to wipe out the Qing Eliminating Society to win his favor. Therefore, Keith was the only one with whom he could discuss the matter. After all, Keith had a connection—albeit a bad one—with the Qing Eliminating Society. He was also his senior as well as the elite few of the business community, hence, they shared the same level of thinking and worldview. Harrison cleared his throat and asked sincerely, "Can you please help me weigh the situation and advise me on what to do?" Keith pretended to give it some thought and advised, "You don't have to worry too much. Your top priority now is to keep the news under wraps. As
After thinking it over, Harrison felt that Keith's suggestion was worth a shot. Keith comforted him, "Relax. As long as you can get rid of the bodies cleanly, you are basically safe. When the truth comes out, from how the Qing Eliminating Society would see it, this case is more about me than you." "How so?" Harrison asked curiously. Keith explained, "Think about it. Firstly, I am the organization's enemy. Secondly, Zekeiah is supposedly my son-in-law. Thirdly, the aviation company is my family's asset. If the Qing Eliminating Society finds out that Zekeiah died in the fire, who do you think they would suspect more? You or me?" Keith's explanation made Harrison heave a sigh of relief. He covered the microphone and whispered under his breath, "He's right! This matter has more to do with him. I'll just clean the scene and hide all the people involved, and no one will know I was behind this!" Upon thinking of this, he cleared his throat and lamented, "But this has nothing to do
The fire at the aviation company was still raging. Dozens of fire engines from several fire stations surrounded the hangar, spraying water and extinguishing agents. Fortunately, the massive fire in the hangar did not spread to the underground fuel tanks buried outside the hangar. After an hour, the towering flames were finally brought under control. While the firefighters were desperately trying to extinguish the fire, a fully armed search and rescue team was waiting outside the scene. The search and rescue team members wore protective clothing from head to toe. As well as being waterproof, fireproof, and resistant to high temperatures, the clothing was also equipped with an independent oxygen supply system. This equipment even allowed them to move freely in the fire. Although the firefighters had similar equipment, when compared, the gear of these rescue team members was far more advanced than that of the firefighters. In fact, the search and rescue team was dispatched by
The moment Helena saw Charlie, she beamed brightly, her happiness and joy beyond words. She looked up at Charlie's handsome face and greeted him shyly, "Hello, Mr. Wade! Nice to see you again." With a light smile, Charlie said sincerely, "Helena, I really appreciate you coming all the way from Northern Europe to Canada for my sake. I'm sorry for the trouble it has caused you." Helena waved her hands and said, "It's not a problem at all. As long as you say the word, the entire Nordic royal family will obey without question. This little matter is nothing at all." She then looked at Raymond beside Charlie and asked, "This must be Mr. Cole you told me about, right?" "Yes." Charlie nodded. "Let me introduce you, this is Biden Cole." Then, he said to Raymond, "This is Queen Helena I told you about." "Nice to meet you, Your Majesty," Raymond greeted her politely. "I watched your coronation ceremony on television and was deeply impressed." Helena hastily replied, "Oh, you're too
When Julien heard Helena's arrangement, he knew that she wanted to spend some time alone with Charlie. If he had any common sense, he would do as she asked. Moreover, given the current situation, Julien knew that Royce would not have a chance of winning Helena's heart, and his family could completely rule out the idea of marrying into the Nordic royal family. Julien's strength lay in his awareness of the situation. Since something was already beyond repair, he certainly wouldn't waste any energy on it or set himself up for trouble. So, he very politely said to Helena, "That sounds like a good idea. Thank you for the arrangements, Your Majesty." Helena gestured to her personal housekeeper and informed her, "Take these two gentlemen to their rooms." "Yes, Your Majesty," said the young woman. After that, she turned to Raymond and Julien. "Sirs, please follow me." The two men followed Helena's housekeeper and left. Helena then said to Charlie, "Mr. Wade, this way, please."
Charlie chuckled. "I have no use for his favor, and besides, I don't want him to know of my existence." He then added, "Furthermore, this pill isn't free. It comes at a price." Helena curled her lips into a cheeky smile and said with a delicate voice, "I see. You want me to help you sell this pill to him." "Yes." Charlie nodded and instructed, "I want you to help me sell the pill. When you see him, take out the pill, cut off a tenth for him to take, and when he knows it works, you can sell the rest to him. As for the price, you can charge him at least one to two billion dollars. It would be even better if you could sell it for a higher price." "Alright, I understand," said Helena who immediately understood what he meant. "Please give me your bank account number. After I negotiate the price with him, I'll have him transfer the money to you. It will not be less than 20 billion." "Nah, don't bother." Charlie waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "You talk to him and keep the mon
Charlie asked, "Isn't this the same as what you said earlier?" Helena stuck out her tongue cheekily. "At least the order has changed. There's still a difference." Speaking of which, Helena said, "What you asked me to do is a piece of cake for me. It isn’t right to accept your money again..." Charlie affirmed earnestly, "Listen, this is the last price. Go to Harrison, and we will split the money 50-50 when it's done. If that's fine, we'll proceed. If you don't want to take the deal, I'll find someone else to help me." Helena felt both joy and concern as she looked at Charlie, with his overwhelming display of masculinity. The joy was obvious—not because of money, but because Charlie was always thinking of her and cared about her. As for the concern, it wasn't about being unable to repay the favor, as that was already impossible. Her real worry was that none of her fantasies about men could ever compare to even a fraction of Charlie himself. Having fallen into this love trap,