Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Lowe’s Condition, Qi-jie: No Communication Barriers
"Didn’t sleep well?"
In the Tulip Estate, a woman held a lit cigarette between her fingertips and, with captivating eyes, stared at the dark circles under Lowe’s eyes, speaking softly.
Lowe raised his hand to rub his brow, visible fatigue on his face.
Not only did he not sleep well, he was completely sleepless the entire night.
"Looking for me for something?" His voice was extremely hoarse as he spoke.
The woman casually tucked her hair behind her ear, resting her head on one hand, her eyes twinkling. Her fiery red lips opened.
"Can’t I look for you for no reason?" She took a drag on her cigarette, exhaled slowly, "Emma White went to see you, what did she say?"
Lowe’s eyes paused, his voice flat as if devoid of any emotion, "She did a check-up for me, said nothing."
Upon hearing this.
The woman’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, then quickly relaxed.
That’s right, Emma White isn’t an ordinary person, it’s normal for her to be guarded around Lowe.
"Just got word that Emma White left the F Continent, our plan has to wait again."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Lowe suddenly sprang to his feet, "What did you say? She left?"
He hasn’t even gotten the antidote yet.
And wasn’t she here in F Continent with a purpose? How could she leave so easily?
Seeing his astonished reaction, the woman was quite puzzled, "You seem very concerned?"
Though Emma White’s departure means their plan has to wait again, it has happened before, no point in rushing. She has the patience to wait.
However, Lowe’s reaction was a bit odd.
Meeting her gaze, Lowe realized he overreacted and sat down to explain, "I just find it strange. She’s been in the F Continent for less than three days and already left."
Upon hearing this, the woman responded with a sound that could be interpreted in many ways, her belief uncertain.
"By the way, how’s the progress with the Brown family?"
Not wanting to continue the previous topic, Lowe began calmly transitioning away.
Indeed.
Upon hearing his question, the woman shifted her full attention to this topic.
The woman shook her head, "No progress. They’ve tried contacting M.K.’s people but to no avail."
Lowe frowned, "If even M.K.’s people can’t track them, the person’s hacking skills must surpass theirs."
But he had never heard of such a skilled hacker in the hacking circle.
Still.
"Did he ask those veteran experts for help?"
The mere mention made the woman’s head ache, "He did, but those seasoned guys are stubborn and refused to take the job."
Most bizarre is that even an exorbitant price didn’t move them.
Upon hearing this.
Lowe had a serious expression, "If Brown’s side doesn’t resolve this, it will negatively impact our future plans."
Because once those things come to light, that guy Cook is sure to hold on tight, and the other factions won’t sit idly by.
"I’ll urge him to think of other ways. Those people must be persuaded to take action."
"Alright, let me know if there’s any progress."
Lowe stood up, brushed off the creases on his clothes, finished speaking in a nonchalant manner, and left.
As she watched him leave, a flash of emotion swiftly crossed the woman’s eyes, and she immediately dialed a number.
"Continue contacting M.K."
...
In the following days, Lowe experienced different kinds of nightmarish nights, feeling a sense of agony almost unbearable.
His handsome face gradually looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot with prominent red veins, and his body began to thin due to lack of restorative sleep.
Seeing him in such a state, Qiu Kai was worried sick and rashly considered heading to Tulip Estate for help but was stopped by Lowe.
"Stop." Lowe’s voice was hoarse like that of an old man.
Unwilling, Qiu Kai halted his steps, "You can’t go on like this with your health."
Perhaps because they’ve been too quiet these past days, the movements from those several estates have become increasingly bold.
Seeing the Manor Master in this state would undoubtedly make them smug.
After all, they might not even need to act before the Manor Master falls into real trouble.
"I know what I’m doing," Lowe said hoarsely, "Has Emma White returned to F Continent?"
At first, he thought that if he endured one night, everything would be fine, but he didn’t expect the pain to intensify day by day.
It turned out that her promise for the underworld journey had such a painful implication.
If a person with less endurance were in his place, they’d probably be unable to bear it and choose suicide.
"No," Qiu Kai tightly clenched his sides, the bulging veins proving how unsettled his heart was.
Massaging his temples, Lowe struggled to maintain his spirit, "Tell them to increase the dose of sedatives at night."
Increase the dose?
The current dosage was already deemed harmful by the doctor, increasing it further didn’t bode well.
"I’ll pass on the message," Qiu Kai clenched his fist tightly and turned to leave the villa.
...
In Drake White’s Manor, Du Zehao looked with disdain at the unpleasant expression of the visitor, chuckling, "Coming back for Miss White again, I see you’re quite persistent, Qiu Kai."
Since Emma White left, this guy had come by almost daily. Anyone unaware would suspect some deal with Iris Estate.
"I just need to know when she’s coming back."
Upon hearing this.
Du Zehao’s smile widened, spreading his hands and shrugging, "I really wouldn’t know, and if she was coming back, wouldn’t you all have gotten the news?"
Outside, as the two confronted each other, inside, Drake White comfortably sat on the sofa, idly eating grapes one by one.
"If you don’t return soon, that guy Lowe might really be done for."
His voice was deep with a touch of schadenfreude.
"No way. Given his endurance, he can hold out a bit longer."
Claire Green continued her task without halt, her exquisite eyes fixed on the computer screen, casually responding without even lifting her gaze.
She had already controlled the medication dose. If Lowe couldn’t hold out for a few days, then Iris Estate should just disappear quickly.
Drake White let out a hearty laugh, "So you calculated this in advance. But do you think he will truly agree to the deal?"
Watching the progress on the screen reach 100%, Claire Green finally picked up her phone, leisurely walking to a seat, crossing her legs naturally, resting her arm on the sofa’s armrest, exuding a lazy boss’s demeanor.
"Unless he wants to die."
With those few words, Drake White understood she wasn’t joking.
So, she’s truly prepared that if Lowe doesn’t agree, she’ll directly let him die.
Although it’s unclear what collaboration Lowe has with that woman, the fact that he didn’t seek help from others to assess his condition suggests that deep down he may be influenced by Claire Green’s proposal.
After a pause.
Drake White softly said, "Luckily, we’re not enemies."
At the end of it.
He suddenly remembered something and opened his mouth, "Recently, the Brown family from M Country has been frequently contacting our people, interested in taking the job?"
Claire Green’s eyes narrowed, a faint ambiguous cold curve appearing on her lips.
"Not interested, we never take their jobs."
Hearing this, Drake White was initially stunned, then quickly responded, asking uncertainly, "So, you’re the one who sent them those things?"
No wonder.
Old Wang and others thought a new master had emerged in the circle.
"Why suddenly target Brown?"
As he finished speaking.
He heard Claire Green say something unclear.
"Drake White, you and Old Cat are actually quite a match."
What does that mean?
"How so?" With the principle of asking when you don’t understand, Drake White immediately asked.
The next moment, his expression cracked.
Claire Green chuckled, her voice roguish and wild, without an ounce of guilt.
"Wit challenged, communicating is not a hassle."