Chapter 1634
Arabe stepped off the ne, immediately feeling her mother''s warm concern through a text
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message. After sending a quick reply, she looked up and saw her right-hand man, Horace, waiting to
pick her up.
"Boss," Horace couldn''t help but notice something different about Arabe the moment heid eyes on
her. It wasn''t just her change in fashion; her usual icy aura had thawed, reced by a lively sparkle in
her eyes and an air of refined grace. She was breathtaking.
Horace, who rarely got the chance to be in her presence, couldn''t suppress his goofy innocent smile.
He had always envied Jack and Jones for sticking close to the boss, facing danger by her side, while
he was often dispatched elsewhere. He learned things rted to the boss from other buddies of his,
and had only recently heard the gossip about her love life.
Once in the car, Horace reported the situation, "Boss, we still haven''t secured Els Ind. There''s this
guy, Sean. Without his say-so, we can''t make a move."
Els Ind boasted a unique climate and pristine environment, perfect for cultivating delicate herbs,
including some rare varieties that were crucial for Arabe''s research.
Take hairyvein agrimony, for instance. Previously, Arabe needed a concoction of over a dozen herbs
to replicate 80% of its effects. But on Els Ind, hairyvein agrimony was abundant, mistaken for a
Arabe had hoped to acquire the ind at a modest price, letting its natural herbs flourish while
introducing other sensitive nts for her research.
"What''s Sean''s deal?" Arabe inquired with detached curiosity.
Horace had no clue, "Only know he''s a big shot here. Everyone speaks of him with reverence. He''s a
mystery, rarely seen, and Els Ind is in his grip. His men have jerked us around; we''ve been
outyed at every turn and haven''t secured the deal."
The ind was a treasure trove of botanical potential for Arabe, both for the inherent value of the
herbs and the research opportunities they presented.
"Negotiate again, and be prepared to raise the offer."
"Understood."
As Horace drove, he nced at the rearview mirror before adding, "Oh, and boss, the seller agreed to
part with the medicine you want, but insists you pick it up personally."
"Time and ce?"
"Tonight, eleven o''clock, at the Demon Ring, room 11."
Arabe nodded, "I''ll go alone tonight. You don''t need to be involved."
"Boss, let mee with you," Horace''s protective instincts kicked in. If there was a chance to stand by
her, he wouldn''t miss it for the world.
After a bit of persistent coaxing, Arabe relented, "Fine, but you follow my lead."
"No problem."
Horace dropped her off at the hotel, insisting on carrying her backpack to the door of the presidential
suite. Only after seeing her safely inside did he leave with a silly satisfied grin, "I''ll pick you upter,
boss."
"Okay."
Meanwhile, the dimly lit basement reeked of blood.
A man hung suspended, his body battered andcerated. His captors, breathless from exertion, had
yet to extract any useful information.
"Mr. Collins, he''s still not talking," one of the underlings confessed, out of options. They had tried both
beating and threats to no avail.
A man with a dangerously charming demeanor lounged in a chair, his lips curling into a merciless
smile. He peered through the bars at the wounded man, idly ying with a snake in his hands, and
said indifferently, "Then there''s no longer necessary for him to live."
The green python hissed, its tongue flickering as it red menacingly at the injured captive. A rare
mutation, impossible to mass-produce, one had to gamble on numerous snake eggs and raise them to
maturity before knowing if they had this particr variant. Due to the rarity and high cost of nurturing,
such a python could fetch around 300 thousand dors.