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Among the crisscrossed overpasses, tall buildings were standing majestically.
With a constant flow of traffic, Splendidly Trade Building towered like an unmatched giant in the heart of Clearwater Cityâs business district.
Zack Wallace stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his fingers gliding over the smooth surface of the desk, bragging, âA full set of high-end Italian office furniture, open office area design, artificial 3D green plant wall, German planting technology, Israeli imported automatic drip irrigation system, elegant, healthy, environmentally friendly.â
He raised his hand and knocked on the floor-to-ceiling windows, âBulletproof glass with special tempered treatment, fireproof and heat-insulated. No need to worry even if itâs a Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle.â
Having given a general introduction to the office, Zack looked at Alexander Summers with a flattering face, as if saying: Praise me, praise me.
Alexander came to the window, overlooking the city from a high vantage point, his expression cold and indifferent.
âDid you find Mr. Ghost Hayes?â he asked.
Zackâs smile instantly stiffened.
It was Mr. Ghost Hayes again!
Just when he thought things couldnât get worse, this Mr. Ghost Hayes left a stain on his otherwise smooth record, making him look incapable.
âNoâ¦â Zack lowered his head.
âBoss Jason has been dealing with such people for years, and he should know more than just Mr. Ghost Hayes.â Alexanderâs deep black eyes gazed at the distant scenery, his low voice chilly, âTell him I have an urgent need for someone, even if theyâre not as famous as Hayes.â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Zackâs heart tightened, asking, âMaster, is there anything wrong with May Francisâs body again?â
My goodness, they had spent a fortune and a lot of effort on this vessel. It must not have any problems!
Alexanderâs brow furrowed slightly, speaking softly, âMay is fine, but I suspect that the ritual has failed, and the spirit has entered the wrong soul artifact.â Zack stared wide-eyed, then cautiously asked, âMaster, how sure are you?â
He paused for a long time and said, âAbout seventy or eighty percent.â
Seventy or eighty percent. In other words, it was almost certain.
Zackâs face turned a little pale, âIf any body could be used as a soul artifact, why did we go through all that trouble in the first place? Mr. Ghost Hayes wouldnât have made so many demands on us. As the saying goes, âa pot for every lid.â If it doesnât fit perfectly, forcing it in may cause problems.â
Alexanderâs eyes darkened. What Zack said was also his concern.
âMaster, donât worry, Iâll go find Boss Jason for help right away.â Zack solemnly vowed, âUnless Mr. Ghost Hayes has fled abroad, Iâll dig three feet deep into the ground to find him!â
As he finished speaking, Alexanderâs phone rang.
It was a call from Atra Blanc.
Zack glanced at the screen and immediately fell silent.
Alexander answered the phone, âMom, whatâs the matter?â
âAlexander, where are you? Hurry back, Laura insists that her mouth injury was caused by Purple. Your brother wants to do justice, and Iâm really worried that theyâll bully Purple againâ¦â Atraâs voice sounded desperate and helpless.
Alexanderâs face turned cold and sharp, replying, âIâm on my way back.â
He hung up the phone and hurriedly walked out, with Zack following closely, ââ¦Master? This officeâ¦â He hadnât finished showing it off yet.
âThereâs something wrong with my sister. You handle the companyâs affairs.â
Alexander left the words behind and entered the elevator.
Zack was left standing outside the elevator doors, dumbfounded for a long time.
When did the Master get a sister? Why hadnât he heard about it before?
On the other side, Atra hung up the phone, turned around, and tightly clasped Purple Summersâ hands, âPurple, donât be afraid! Your brother will be back soon!â
ââ¦â Purple rolled her eyes silently.
She felt Atra was exaggerating. Was it necessary? Wasnât it just a quarrel between children?
At most, they would get scolded. Moreover, who would be scolded was still uncertain..