Chapter 52 A Big Gift
Alex finally agreed to let these people go.
However, he has one condition.
"Ninety nine, you know I've never been a loss maker." Alex said meaningfully.
Hearing this, Charlee Ford leaned aside and chuckled.
She knew that Alex looked kind, but he was a mercenary.
He must have something to ask for so much trouble finding himself.
"In that case, it's my fault." Charlee Ford said lightly.
Originally, I wanted to entrust Charlotte, the leader of the Seven Dragons Organization, to do things. The price must be high.
Alex shrugged. "There's no way. Let's get what we need."
"OK," Charlee Ford said cheerfully, lifting his chin, "so what do you want?"
However, to her surprise, what Alex wanted was not trade secrets, nor gold and silver jewelry.
His eyes darkened a bit, and he said in a rather nostalgic tone, "I want a photo."
"A photo?"
"Well," Alex said this, his eyes unconsciously softened, "a picture of a little girl."
"Tut," Charlee Ford couldn't help joking, "I didn't see it. It's very special."
"What do you think?" Alex got a glimpse of her and slowly fell into memory. "When I was young, my family was very poor. My mother ran away with others. My father was a gambler. Once a creditor came to ask for money, or he would hit someone. It was the little girl who saved me."
It's a pretty sad story.
She only heard that Alex was greedy for money, but she never thought that he had such a past.
Charlee Ford nodded, "Yes, who is that girl? I'll get it for you."
She thought it was just a photo, and the difficulty of the task should be low.
However, Alex told her solemnly, "This girl's name is Charlotte Collins, and the photo should be at Long's home now."
Charlee Ford: "..."
Grass, Dragon Family?
Her almond eyes stared, "So you asked me to steal it from you in Country Y?"
"Is it difficult for you? You have a good reputation in the world, and there are still places you haven't been to?"
That's true.
But the bad thing is that she is different now.
But now that I have promised others, there is nothing I can't do.
She waved her hands impatiently and inserted them into her trouser pockets. Her movements were lazy and neat. "Yes, remember to let people go."
Then he left without looking back.
Although Alex is mercenary, she always keeps her word. She is not worried that he will not let others go.
Back under the tree, William Bryan is still there, closing his eyes as if to blend into the surrounding scenery.
She stood a few paces away from him and looked at him for a few seconds.
I have to say that William Bryan, even if he is so embarrassed now, still has a charm that people can't help but want to worship.
It is no wonder that all the women in Boston have flocked to him.
"Is it done?" The man who had been keeping his eyes closed suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was deep and hoarse.
"Of course, what am I worried about?" Charlee Ford went over and sat down beside him. He glanced at him lazily. "I thought you were dead, but it's a pity."
William Bryan took a deep breath and said lightly, "I'm disappointed. I'll be fine before I catch you."
"Don't be so rigid," Charlee Ford said earnestly. "Are you so happy?"
happy?
William Bryan was slightly stunned.
It seems that since when, his world has never had these two words.
"Alas, but also, how could you be happy in your world without me?" Charlee Ford lifted his long hair beside his ears and said regretfully.
William Bryan: "..."
Just then, an anxious voice came from a distance, "Boss!"
Charlee Ford put away his playful smile.
It was Nolan Sutton who found it.
She got up, lowered her head and said to William Bryan, "I have to go. See you next time."
William Bryan looked at her deeply, and did not speak.
"Oh, yes." Charlee Ford suddenly took a silver needle out of his bag and squatted down. "I have to give you a big gift before I leave."
Her voice dropped, and the slender silver needle plunged into his arm without warning. William Bryan was stunned for a moment and fainted.
The next day, William Bryan frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
The first goal was Charlee Ford's worried little face with tears.
When she saw William Bryan wake up, she jumped up excitedly, "Husband, you finally wake up, Charlee is so scared!"
William Bryan was pressed to the wound by her. He snorted and sweated a few drops.
Seeing this, Jackson Mo hurriedly pulled Charlee Ford aside, "Young lady, you can take it easy. President Bryan body and bones can't stand your tossing."
"Sobbing, I know. I will not touch my husband. You should get better soon, my husband. I will leave you all the sweets to eat." Charlee Ford said tenderly.
William Bryan is somewhat absent-minded.
Seeing this, Jackson Mo knew that he still had something to discuss with Nolan Sutton, so he advised Charlee Ford, "Young lady, would you like to go out for a while?"
Charlee Ford pursed his lips, "Why? I'm also worried about my husband."
"Because..." Jackson Mo was struggling to find an excuse.
William Bryan, lying on the bed, said coldly, "Go out."
Charlee Ford was stunned, and Wei immediately looked at him.
However, William Bryan's decision could not be changed at will, so she had to go out with a sad face.
After Charlee Ford left, William Bryan asked Jackson Mo, "How long did I sleep?"
"One and a half days." Jackson Mo replied, "Mr. Bryan, what are you doing? Look at the wound on your body. I don't know why you were chased."
At this time, Nolan Sutton came over and nodded, "But Mr. Bryan, what happened? Did you send the message? Why did you go so far?"
SMS
"Yes, that's it." Nolan Sutton puts the received message in front of him.
William Bryan's eyes were deep. He thought it was the woman who made it.
As soon as he thought of her, he remembered that the woman had not forgotten to prick herself before she left.
I was depressed again.
After a while, he said hoarsely, "Go and investigate the explosion of the chemical plant in the suburb, and whether the recent missing people have returned home safely."
"Good." Although Nolan Sutton was confused, he never asked, "What else can I do for you?"
William Bryan was silent for a while.
It seems that most of the time I saw that woman was on Friday.
And Friday is the time for Charlee Ford to consult alone.
Although he was a little reluctant to believe it, a wild the guess grew in his heart.
"Call me Bruce."