Suddenly, I heard my phone vibrate.
I wondered who could be texting me at that late hour. Could it be Anthony?
Part of me was hoping it was him who texted. I got up quickly and fetched my phone.
It was Holden. He sent me a text through WhatsApp.
Drogawolf will be at Mr. Featherstone’s suburbs tomorrow. Thanks to Mr. Featherstone, I found out that the famous Drogawolf is an extremely beautiful lady.
He could’ve just told me Anthony was going to meet up with a beautiful drug lord the next day.
I then replied to his text expressionlessly: What time? Where is Anthony now?
He texted me back almost instantly: It’s ten in the morning, at Silverwood Court villa. We should settle the financial matters clearly. Have you decided on the terms you mentioned before, Ms. Stanhope?
Five percent sure was a good rate! No wonder he was so anxious about it.
I replied: Not yet.
WhatsApp then showed that he was typing. But I didn’t receive a reply for a good long minute. Instead, it showed that he was typing the whole time.
That whole time, it was like we were stuck in an awkward moment. While he was waiting for my decision anxiously, I refused to give in. Neither of us wanted to be taken advantage of.
However, I didn’t want to miss out on Anthony’s schedule for the next day. So I texted him: Your share will be sent to you soon.
Instantly, he replied: That’s good then.
As I stared at his reply, sorrow engulfed me. With the social status and fortune I had, I wouldn’t want to lose the humane side of me.
Perhaps he had his reasons for doing so. But I was just grateful that I wasn’t that close to him.
Nevertheless, compassion was a must-have.
The next day, at eight-thirty in the morning, I was already waiting in the car at the entrance of Silverwood Court.
Anthony’s car showed up fifteen minutes later. I waited for him to approach the entrance of the residence before driving toward him at top speed. I stopped my car right in front of him.
Before he could react, I opened the door on the passenger side and got in his car. After that, I fastened my seat belt immediately.
“What are you doing here? Get out!” Anthony yelled at me with annoyance.
“Whatever you’re going to do, I’m doing it as well. Just drive the car. I won’t cause you any trouble.” Then, I leaned back and showed no intention of getting out.
Anthony furrowed his brows and made to unbuckle his seatbelt. I knew he wanted to do this the hard way and pull me out of the car, so I stated, “It will be nine soon. Time doesn’t wait for anyone, so it isn’t easy to start all over again. Are you sure you want to waste time with me here?”
It was obvious that Drogawolf was a ruthless lady. If he wasn’t on time for their first meeting, he might miss the opportunity to establish connections with her.
Anthony shot me an exasperated look and gave up. “Stay in the car when we arrive. Don’t wander around and ruin my plan.”
I shrugged without bothering to reply. We’ll see.
Anthony immediately reversed his car and sped away.
Ten minutes later, the heater kicked in. As the temperature rose, the fragrance of the perfume intensified.
For years, Anthony still loved using the same perfume. I teased, “We’ve separated for a while, but you’re still using the same perfume. Quite the sentimental man, huh?”
Anthony gave me a sideways glance before saying, “Perfume and human beings are different matters.” His tone was insensitive.
Fine. I know you’re trying to avoid suspicion. Shut up. I refuse to listen.
I rolled my eyes and lost interest in teasing him. Silence ensued.
We finally arrived at the destination at nine fifty-five.
Drogawolf’s men had evidently prioritized this meeting, too. Besides arranging men guarding downstairs, there were also six cars parked outside.
“Stay here.” Anthony buttoned his suit, his expression stern. He then pushed the door open and stepped out.
I came to him to provoke Nathaniel. Though I had my own agenda, I didn’t want to land him in trouble. At the sight of the impressive display of force outside, I dispelled the idea of kicking up a fuss inside.
Alas, I had no say over my freedom here.
Less than five minutes after Anthony went upstairs, the bodyguard who was on patrol spotted me and forced me to get out of the car before bringing me to the abandoned building opposite.
On the second floor, I finally saw the woman Holden called Drogawolf.
Indeed, Drogawolf was an attractive lady. As she was around my age, she wasn’t stunningly beautiful anymore.
Drogawolf was clad in a simple white suit, emanating a professional and staid vibe. She was sitting across from Anthony with a pleasant smile playing on her lips. If we weren’t in an abandoned building, this would seem like a normal business meeting.
The bodyguard escorted me in, and Drogawolf’s features became clearer to me. The more I stared at her, the more I found her familiar.
Soon, Anthony realized I had been captured. He rose to his feet and explained, “Ms. Schmidt, she has no idea about our deal. It’s all a misunderstanding.”
Yes, Drogawolf was none other than Freja Schmidt, the youngest CEO of Schmidt Pharmaceuticals.
I was shocked, for the businessperson who developed medicine was involved in an illegal drug deal. Freja’s family had been in the pharmaceutical industry for a long time, and they were influential in the industry. A few years ago, the previous CEO and his wife passed away in an accident, and their daughter, Freja, took over the company. As Freja was influenced by foreign consortiums and business philosophies, she resorted to extreme means to expand Schmidt Pharmaceuticals. Many shareholders were displeased at her actions, but that didn’t stop Schmidt Pharmaceuticals from becoming the top pharmaceutical company in the country.
Everyone needed medicine some time in their life. Freja was the owner of a lucrative business. Even if she closed the business down, the earnings would still be able to support her future generations. I couldn’t help but wonder why she ended up dabbling in illegal businesses.
I had met Freja at a banquet and talked to her briefly. Most wealthy ladies would only gossip about family affairs, so she was a rare presence, sophisticated and funny. I couldn’t relate her to Drogawolf.
Hearing Anthony’s words, Freja didn’t fly into a fit of rage. She came to me politely and greeted, “Ms. Stanhope, we’ve met previously.”
I took her hand briefly. It was only a split second, but it felt like I had come in contact with a block of ice. My entire body shivered, but I held it back and forced out a smile. “Ms. Schmidt.”
Pursing her lip, Freja glanced at the bodyguard who was pinning my hands behind my back. He promptly left as instructed.
Before I realized what was going on, Freja said, “I’ve heard a lot about you, Ms. Stanhope. To be honest, I admire you for your willingness to sacrifice for love.”
Why does that sound like an insult? I flashed an awkward smile and muttered, “You’re flattering me.”
“Please, relax. I mean every word I say.” Freja chuckled and took my hand, patting it lightly. She acted as though we were close friends.
However, I felt a chill going down my spine. On such an occasion where we were meeting with brand new identities, anyone would feel uncomfortable seeing how relaxed she was. It felt like my trump card had been exposed in advance.
Calmly, Freja turned and returned to her seat. Crossing her legs, she said warmly, “Ms. Stanhope, please take a seat.”
I glanced at Anthony and received his approval before joining him.
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