"I feel the same way. But with friends like you, I''m not afraid," Debra said.
"Do you?" Michaelughed. "You pushed everyone away to face the Illuminati alone."
"I still have you," she said.
"So, I''m important to you?" he asked, looking at her intently.
"You were the first to believe in me when I had nothing," she replied. "You''ve been by my side all these years. Of course, you''re important."
In her past life, she had failed him. In this life, she wanted to elevate him to the top.
And he was willing to do anything to support her.
Michael looked at her for a long time. "Good to know."
"Don''t go out or investigate the Illuminati for now. You''ll be safe here," Debra said, cing a bag of choctes on the bed. "I got these from that shop you love. Your manager said you always go there. Get better and don''t worry about anything else."
Michael stared at the choctes. After Debra left, he picked up the bag.
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He took a bite. It was bitter at first, then sweet, with a hint of sourness that bnced the vors. It was good. He had bought them many times but never tried them, thinking they were all style and no substance. He was wrong.
His phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He answered coldly, "I told you not to contact me again."
"I need more. Please, just a little more," the caller pleaded desperately. "I''ll do anything. Please help me. It kills me."
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything."
"Then hand over all your assets to the Illuminati. In return, you''ll get a lifetime supply."
Michael hung up the phone andid his eyes on the choctes again. After a while, he dialed the number on the small card inside the box.
"Prepare 100 boxes of choctes and send them to 101 Birch Road."
"Yes, Mr. Austin."
Debra was back in her car. Her phone showed multiple missed calls from Lara.