Chapter 197

Silas turned around and pushed the door open.

“Ms. Fish, at my age, making a living isn’t easy. It’s been difficult earning money, working day and night in the medical lab, and only now could I afford an antique 1 like. Please, when you have the time, I’ll send someone to take it back. I wouldn’t want to trouble you to keep it safe,” Silas said. After this, he left.

Flying Fish’s smile froze on her face.

Silas, that old fox, has recognized me from the start. It’s true what people say, experience does make the difference. He is waiting for me the whole time.

How could a dean of a top medical lab like him have the nerve to play the victim? Flying Fish thought.

Flying Fish was worried. “How am I supposed to get back that antique when I have already given it to my employer?

If it weren’t for Boss knowing Silas, I would’ve made a run for it. Now that my hideout is exposed, what’s the point of running!

Flying Fish thought.

Silas reached the ground floor.

The driver stood respectfully to the side, holding the car door open. Just as Silas was about to step inside, he noticed someone approaching from afar.

H Silas handed the black suitcase to the driver, then strode toward the distant figure.

He walked with a commanding presence. His face had a healthy rosy glow. There was not a single trace of an old man about him at sixty.

“I finally got to see you! I thought I was going to make this trip for nothing again today,” Silas said with relief.

Yvette paused, lifted her eyelids slightly, and gave a nonchalant nod in response to Silas’s words.

The two of them formed a stark contrast. One was very enthusiastic, and the other showed almost no expression.

The driver watched the scene from a distance, shocked.

‘Is this still the usually serious Mr. Walson? How could he be so attentive to a pretty girl when she seemed barely interested? The driver wondered and was beginning to question everything.

‘Even if the top officials from Mysonna come, they would treat Mr. Walson with respect, What is happening now? Who is this extraordinary girl? the driver thought.

Silas, now used to it, looked at Yvette with hopeful eyes and asked, “Do you have some time to sit down somewhere Yvette, with one hand in her pocket and an intimidating aura, lowered her gaze.

The side of her face under the baseball cap was glowing white in the sunlight, and her slightly raised eyebrows looked delicate.

She was concise and direct, replying, “Let’s go.”

Silas could barely contain his happiness. Finding Yvette even once was not easy. It had been years since the last time, and he could hardly remember.

The two of thein casually chose a dessert shop.

Wed, Oct 16 Chapter 197 Silas, at his age, usually had a personal pastry chef at home to satisfy his sweet tooth. He definitely wouldn’t be found in a place like this.

Yvette ordered a milkshake that cost just a few dollars, while Silas went for a coffee that cost hundreds, Yvette was sipping her milkshake with enjoyment, legs crossed, looking quite indifferent. She glanced at Silas casually.

Silas took a sip of the coffee, found it unbearably cheap-tasting, and set it down.

After a minute of thought, Silas spoke up, “You should sign up for the first-level test of this year’s Mysonna Medical Competition.”

Yvette leaned back. She positioned herself in the most comfortable spot and pursed her lips, her expression was bland. Her slender white fingers tugged at the straw.

“Not signing up, Yvette said.

Silas spoke with heartfelt sincerity, “Come on, kiddo, just sign up. Another certificate won’t hurt. You have no idea how many times the President has urged me, saying not to waste your talent. Once you pass the first-level test, the lab can be handed over to you. I’m sixty, I should be retiring and enjoying my golden years, right?”

Yvette’s eyes were half-closed as she gazed at Silas, her brow furrowed slightly, “I’m not signing up. You’re good for another 20 years, Yvette replied.

Silas felt like he had a lump in his throat.

Is it my fault for looking young? In twenty years, I would be eighty. She is a wicked capitalist, shamelessly exploiting me without a second thought, Silas thought.

Silas wore a gloomy expression, saying, “Come on, sweetheart, look at me. In twenty years, I’ll be eighty. How could you bear to keep me cooped up in the lab every day?”

Yvette propped her face on her hand, giving a lazy smile. She took a sip of her milkshake without saying anything Silas leaned in closer, pouting, looking upset and helpless, like a sixty-year-old child.

People around them started giving them curious looks, whispering among themselves.

“Look at those two. They must be father and daughter. How did the girl get so pretty and manage to upset her dad so much?”

someone said.

“I bet she’s not looking after her parents properly and said something rude again. Her dad looks so sad and pitiful. I can’t even watch, another person said.

“Every family has its struggles, and we don’t know their situation Let’s not gossip and just move on,” one person said.

These whispers reached Yvette and Silas’s ears, making Silas feel quite guilty.

“This shows that gossiping is in people’s nature. These people must have wild imaginations. I don’t have the qualifications to be Yvette’s dad, Silas thought.

Yvette swung her leg, looking at Silas across the table with a playful smile. Her lips curved into a mischievous arch.

“Dad?” Yvette teasingly said..

Silas’s hands shook, spilling half the coffee he had pretended to sip, and reacted with lightning speed.

“You’re my dad,” Silas said.

Silas blushed, realizing how embarrassing that sounded. But he valued his life more than his pride.

Yvette gently tapped her finger against the edge of the table. She rested her chin on her hand. Her voice carried a hint of coldness, asking. “Did you manage to extract the unstable substance from No.7 Toxin?”

Hearing this, Silas immediately straightened his posture.

The toxin that Fiona stole, known as No.7 Toxin, was flawed. It wasn’t the real one. So Silas had the antidote.

It was all just rumors out there about the antidote. If it was the real No.7 Toxin, even the greatest of immortals couldn’t save one.

“We have undergone thousands of tests. The unstable elements have now been narrowed down to a range. Unless something unexpected happens, it will take another six months to compare the reactions of these elements and draw a conclusion,” Silas said.

Hearing this, Yvette raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly. Then she focused on sipping her milkshake.

Silas suddenly thought of Flying Fish and asked, “By the way, today at the apartment you asked me to visit, I ran into a girl who used to be undercover and stole a relic from my house. Are you friends with her?”

Yvette hesitated for a moment. She looked away from her milkshake, pursed her lips, saying softly, “How much is the relic worth?

I’ll write you a check later.”

Silas was speechless. He pretended to think for a moment, his eyes sparkling with cleverness, then waved his hand, generously.

“It’s no big deal! For a friend like yours, not just one relic, I could give away a few if you ask. But maybe you don’t know, the one she took was my favorite blue and white porcelain plate. I used to sleep with it by my side, couldn’t sleep well without it. Ever since it was stolen, my insomnia hasn’t improved,” Silas said.

Yvette looked up, her cold eyes flickering slightly, thinking, “Who are you trying to fool, old trickster? Do you sleep with it’ Won’t it poke you?”

Yvette was silent for a few seconds before speaking, “Just tell me what you want.”

Upon hearing this, Silas’s face lit up with a wide grin, his old face blooming like a flower, He didn’t hold back and stated his demands since opportunities like this don’t come often. It would be silly of him to let this chance slip away once he finally had it.

“That’s easy. We’ve got some new interns in the lab, and I’m honestly overwhelmed. They’re all geniuses who don’t respect each other, turning the lab into a chaotic mess. I’m so busy every day. I don’t have the time to handle them. So, please help me train them for a week, and if you agree, we’ll let bygones be bygonès, Silas said.

Yvette glanced at Silas, thinking, “He’s good at taking advantage of situations without holding back.”

“Deal,” Yvette agreed.