Chapter 970

Yorrick was a wolf in sheep’s clothing in the business world. People thought that he was a good-for-nothing rich kid but didn’t realize that underestimating your rivals in the business world was the ‘deadliest’ thing.

Nolan looked through the files that Yorrick gave him, and it had pictures of the oldest newspaper in Yaramoor, and the dates were from decades ago.

The snow fell outside the window in Yaramoor. The confers along the streets were covered in balls of snow and frost.

Madam Knowles walked to the nursing home with a poodle in hand while a bodyguard was walking next to her, holding an umbrella.

When they got to the door, the bodyguard closed the umbrella and handed it to the staff. The people there welcomed her enthusiastically and brought her to the room on the first floor.

She let the bodyguards wait outside. When the nurse pushed the door open, an old person was lying in bed, breathing with the help of a ventilator.

The man’s face was gaunt, tortured by sickness, w