Chapter 162
Caden gestured to the butler, who immediately got the message.
“This way, please, Mr. Rhys,”
“Sure.” Dustin nodded and followed the butler to the lounge. He took a seat and waited. It was a long wait.
It wasn’t until he finished his third cup of tea that Caden appeared with several men in tow.
“I really appreciate you saving my daughter, young man. Here’s a ten–million–dollar check. Consider this your pay.” Caden sat down and motioned to one of his men, who presented a check to Dustin.
“What? Thank you for your kind intentions, Mr. Murray, but this isn’t what I want.” Dustin stared at the check, puzzled.
“It doesn’t matter whether you want it. What matters is that this is what I’m paying you for a job well done.”
Caden sipped on his tea.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dustin’s eyes narrowed.
“Don’t you get it? The Gozoraberry isn’t yours. All you’re getting is the money.” Caden spelled it out in plain
words.
“Mr. Murray, we had a deal. I cure your daughter, and you give me the Gozoraberry. Why are you going back on your words?” Dustin’s expression darkened.
What was the meaning of all this? Were they turning their backs on him once they no longer had use of him? Had he just been taken advantage of?
“The Gozoraberry is not only a precious herb used for healing, but it is also remarkably beneficial to practitioners of martial arts. Don’t you know that, young man?” Caden suddenly asked.
“So?”
“It would be a waste of precious resources to give you such a valuable treasure, so I made the decision to give it to someone else,” Caden justified himself.
“You gave it to someone else? Who?” Dustin’s brows furrowed deeply.
“Who else but me?” Xavier made his way in haughtily. He had in his hands a small, red, wooden box that held
the Gozoraberry.
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