Julian's heart leaped into his throat as he quickly said, "I already gave Mr. Hernandez acupuncture treatment. Theoretically, the parasitic venom should be under control and shouldn't worsen for six months."
Mike glanced at him, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Who said Mr. Hernandez's condition got worse?"
Julian blinked, confused. "But you just said—"
"I meant to say," Mike interrupted, his tone calm as he kept his eyes on the road, "that Mr. Hernandez sent me."
Realizing his misunderstanding, Julian relaxed slightly and asked, "What did Mr. Hernandez send you for?"
"To thank you, of course," Mike replied matter-of-factly.
As they approached a red light, Mike stepped on the brake and reached into the back seat. He grabbed a wooden box and casually tossed it to Juli
