Carl was rather patient. “Where’s your QR code?”
Elijah pointed at the strap on his shoulder.
Carl scanned and transferred 100,000 over, his profile exuding an air of noble detachment. “I heard you like eating ginseng and deer antler.”
Elijah nodded.
Carl chuckled softly, ruffling his hair. “I’ll bring you some next time.”
Elijah: …Fine, I’ll tolerate you for the sake of money and food!
Liking him? Not a chance.
He still felt this man was dangerous.
Every second spent near him made him want to run away.
Sigh, he wondered if the boss had actually listened to what he said.
Little did he know, his words had the exact opposite effect.
In LA, Amelia still had some unfinished business to take care of. She wanted to use the time while the two elders were chatting to investigate on her
