Volume 10 â Chapter 26: Colluding Together (Part 2)
Caroline hugged her chest and looked at Carlo, frowning, and said, âJust tell me whatâs the deal.â
Carlo turned around, leaning against the railing with his back facing the night light of the city, âNia entrusted me to sell her house, and the remuneration has already been negotiated. But she has one more condition.â
âIâm not getting involved in the real estate matters.â Caroline shook her head. Such things were too troublesome and thankless. She had no reason to help.
Carlo said with a faint smile at this time, âDo you donât plan to participate? Even after the real estate is sold, you can get 10% of the wealth?â
Caroline was taken aback.
Carlo explained, âNia did entrust me, but she also entrusted you as her agent.â
As he said, Carlo sneered, âThis woman doesnât trust me.â
Thinking of Carloâs acting in the ward, Caroline also followed with a sneer, âItâs strange to believe you; itâs disgusting.â
âItâs only for the money.â Carlo shrugged, âIf she is willing to give me money, I donât mind even kissing her feet immediately. You have always insisted on coming to the hospital to visit Nia. Didnât you do it with another goal in mind?â
Caroline shook her head; she didnât want to talk too much with this man. Nevertheless, she was surprised that Nia was willing to give her 10% of the sale.
Is this a reward for my visits these days?
Perhaps, as the middle-aged man said, she had expected something from the very beginning because she knew that Nia had no children or relatives.
Only later, that goal faded unknowingly. As for when it disappeared, even Caroline herself couldnât tell.
âIs that all? Otherwise, Iâm leaving.â Caroline turned around. Maybe she should wait for Nia to wake up and talk to her about it.
Nia had a light sleep. The illness had been torturing her, so Caroline felt that she wouldnât need to wait too long.
â10% is too little, but what if it becomes 50%?â Carloâs voice came from behind, filled with distinctive charm.
Caroline looked back subconsciously. She saw that the middle-aged man had a half-burnt cigarette in his mouth at this time. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and faced Caroline with a disgusting smile.
This smile was like the pimp who brought her into the industry; he introduced her to her first customer and completed the first business.
âWhat did you say?â
Carlo walked towards Caroline, âI think Niaâs condition is terrible, donât you think? She canât be saved, and she wonât be saved. So why do we waste our wealth on such an expensive operation? Worse still, itâs an operation that is not necessarily effective. Instead of putting the money in the hospital, why not put it in my and your pockets?â
With every word Carlo said, Carolineâs breathing couldnât help but hasten up.
Carlo suddenly reached out and lifted Carolineâs chin, âWith this money, both you and my life will be better, right? And all you and I need to do is to weave a beautiful lie. A house in the West District can be sold at a price you canât imagine. That is the wealth which you canât earn even after you sleep with hundreds of men.â
âScumbag!â
Caroline slapped Carlo in the face hard and left angrily.
Carlo wasnât angry but raised his voice behind Caroline, âThink about it carefully. As long as you nod your head, you can get a fortune. Nia canât live on. Is it worth it?â
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The house in the West District could indeed be sold at sky-high prices. Caroline didnât even know how Nia made money to buy such a house.
Surgery⦠Is it impossible to save Nia? The doctor did say that Niaâs situation was awful. Having the operation was the last resort with a slim chance of success. It was more likely to accelerate deathâdying halfway through the operation.
Why does she entrust me?
It seems that she has also sensed Carloâs hypocrisy, so she is worried about it. After all, Nia is by the deathâs door. She should be alerted to others.
Doesnât she⦠be afraid that I willâ¦
How much can a house in the West District sell for?
No matter how much the house could be sold, it wasnât a luxurious villa. The sum of wealth wouldnât exceed her bank card.
But until Caroline made sense of the situation, she couldnât use it indiscriminately.
While thinking about it, Caroline came to the door of Niaâs ward. She put her hand on the doorknob and stopped immediately when she was about to push it open.
Her hand didnât seem to want to push the door open.
She felt as if she had a pair of eyes staring at her from behind. It was Carloâs eyes. Caroline turned around abruptly, but there was nothing behind him, only the gray walls of the hospital corridor.
Suddenly, there was crying from the right. A woman by the moving hospital bed cried while being unwilling to move away. The bedsheet had already covered the face of the person lying on it. Caroline knew what it meant.
She remembered this was the hospital bed that ran over her feet not long ago.
âSorry, the operation failed.â The doctor could only say morbid and useless words.
It seemed she also heard this sentence many years ago⦠when her father was shot in the gang fight.
Deathâ¦
Caroline was pale and out of breath. Her hand suddenly released the doorknob. She leaned on the corridor wall as if she was weak, just wanting to get away from this place.
Whether it was Nia, or the crying woman in front, or Carlo who might still be smoking a cigarette on the open floor and not leaving⦠She just wanted to stay away.
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After the VIP room turned quiet for a while, Song Haoran heard some footsteps approaching the door.
Click, the sound of the door opening.
An old man with gray hair and an unkempt appearance, probably in his sixties.
The old man was frightened; he had probably seen Song Haoran cut the thugâs throat, so he was shocked. But, the old man dared to show up because Song Haoran took down the thugs.
âYou⦠are you really those sent here for the rescue?â In addition to panic, the old man had heavy suspicion.
Song Haoran said calmly, âLetâs not dawdle on this. A bomb has been installed here. I will take you away as soon as possible.â
âBomb!â The old man exclaimed.
âItâs enough to destroy this place; itâs dangerous.â Song Haoran nodded, âSkip the talking. I will take you to the exit. You should leave first. I will find the remote control of the bomb later.â
Song Haoran took a glance at the old man, but he was searching for it in his splendid memory. His sharp memory had already approached the level of Grand Master of Memory [1], especially after he acquired the Sun God Emblem.
So, he noted down the information of many influential people in this country long ago; their looks and origins. As for this old man, it was also in the information he remembered.
Franky, the National Science Academy, a Ph.D. in the field of aerospace. He was also one of the few researchers left in this country after the rocket explosion a long time ago.
Why is this old man in such a good mood to listen to the concert?
Moreover, he had gotten himself the VIP room.