After helping Thaddeus to bed, Gordon left the bedroom and anxiously dialed Chasel''s number in the living room.
It only rang a few times before Chasel picked up, the background as noisy as ever. "Mr. Gordon, is something wrong with Mr. Thaddeus''s health?"
Hearing Chasel''s perceptive question, Gordon felt a bit embarrassed for calling out of the blue, but he asked politely,
"Dr. Bright, Mr. Thaddeus is almost out of his medication. Could you spare two more bottles for him?"
"He''s using it that quickly? I gave you three bottlesst time!"
Chasel was surprised and didn''t mince words. "Is your Mr. Thaddeus popping these pills like candy? I''m telling you, this kind of nerve suppressant damages the nervous system and the kidneys to some extent. Too much is bad for his brain and his... performance. Be careful or he won''t be able to get it upter!"
"But we have no other choice right now. Mr. Thaddeus can''t live without the medicine. He could have an episode at any moment, and if someone caught it on camera, it would all be over!"
Gordon was frantic, blurting out whatever came to mind. "Besides, Mr. Thaddeus has so much stamina, even a little less would still be better than most men! Mrs. Abernathy can never handle him as it is, so a little less might be a relief for her."
"Ha, ha, ha!"
Chaselughed,pletely speechless. "If I were your Mrs. Abernathy, I''d shove your head down your pants for saying that."
Gordon: "..."
"I''m running low on the medication myself, and theb in Country M is still working on a new form. This next batch should have less of an impact on the nervous system, and hopefully, it will be more effective at neutralizing the residual toxins in Mr. Thaddeus''s body. Let''s say next week. When the new meds are ready, I''ll bring them over to him."
Gordon thanked him profusely. "Thank you, Dr. Bright! Thank you so much!"
Meanwhile, in a bustling nightclub, Chasel hung up and sat alone at a corner of the bar, tilting his head back to down another drink.
After leaving Cassius, he had returned to this chaotic life, only now he had given up on dating, on love.
That night, both men and women tried to strike up a conversation. Even the faint scar on his face did little to diminish his looks; if anything, it added a touch of mncholic charm to his handsome, fox-like features.
It made him more alluring, more mysterious.
Just as Chasel was about to leave, a man in ck suddenly sat down next to him, his voiceced with amusement.
"Dr. Bright, what a coincidence."
Hearing the vaguely familiar voice, Chasel''s heart lurched, and he whipped his head around.
"It''s you?!"
It wasn, the man who had told him Cassius''s deepest secret, the beloved brother Cassius had lost his life for.
Seeing that somewhat sinister face,
Chasel felt as if his heart were being
wrapped in coils of barbed wire tightening with each passing second, threatening to stop its beat.
Just then, his phone, which was on the table, rang.
The number disyed on the screen was Cassius''s.
Chasel''s heart seized, and he discreetly flipped the phone face down.
Butn saw the movement. A smirk yed on his lips. "Cassius calling? Aren''t you going to answer?"
"None of your business."
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Cassius and Aubrey, that didn''t
mean he wanted to see the ma
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What do you want,n?"
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but recently you''ve run into some
funding issuesn ordered
whiskey from the bartender.
Chasel''s gaze sharpened. "You''ve been investigating me? How do you know that? Who told you?"
"My boss is very interested in yourb, and he greatly admires your talent."
Chasel frowned. “And who is your boss?"<pn swirled his drink, a proud smile on his face. "The president of the Abernathy group, Mr. Chad Frederic."