The special assistant glanced at Mr. Sanders, and then continued, "Little Master had taken away the Blue Moon Grass early in the morning."
"What?! "
Mr. Sanders' face changed.
"That little brat!"
Mr. Sanders tried to calm himself down, turning to Viola Thompson, "Kid, how about we do it this way? You help unlock this first, and I'll imdiately send soone to find my unfilial grandson and recover the Blue Moon Grass. Regardless of whether you can open this box in the end, I will give you the Blue Moon Grass!"
There was no noticeable change in Viola Thompson's expression, she said indifferently: "Old man, you have tricked three tis already. If I believe you again this ti, it would be impolite of ."
As the saying goes, three tis is too much.
The old man was really pushing it.
Mr. Sanders was in so much trouble that he couldn't clear his na no matter what he did. He quickly explained, "Kid, I swear, this ti it really has nothing to do with !"
Once he finished speaking, he turned to the special assistant, "Go contact that good-for-nothing now!"
"I will contact him right away!"
The so-called good-for-nothing Mr. Sanders was referring to was his youngest grandson.
Aaron Sanders.
Aaron Sanders had been a genius since he was a kid, quirky and eccentric, hence, he was always doted on by Mr. Sanders.
Mr. Sanders had always fulfilled his every request.
But to Mr. Sanders' surprise, the child had boldly taken the Blue Moon Grass.
Soon, the special assistant managed to get in touch with Aaron Sanders.
However, the situation did not seem good, the special assistant's expression was sowhat unpleasant.
Mr. Sanders looked at the special assistant, "Tell that good-for-nothing to hurry up and bring the Blue Moon Grass to !"
The special assistant handed the phone to Mr. Sanders, "Yo, you'd better talk to the young master yourself."
"Grandpa!"
Aaron Sanders on the other end of the phone was still playful and carefree.
He was completely unaware of the trouble he had stirred up.
Mr. Sanders roared angrily, "You little punk, I'm warning you, you better bring the Blue Moon Grass back right now! Otherwise, I'll break your legs!"
"It's too late, Grandpa, why didn't you contact earlier?" Aaron Sanders still seed completely oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.
After all, his grandpa was always good to him.
Not to ntion a piece of grass, even if he wanted the moon in the sky, his grandpa would find a way to fulfill his request.
Having said that, Aaron Sanders continued, "I have already given away the Blue Moon Grass."
Given away?!
Mr. Sanders was imdiately fuming, "Who did you give the Blue Moon Grass to?"
"Grandpa, you should know, I've always been a huge fan of J, right?" Joining the Marginine Organization had always been Aaron Sanders' dream.
Mr. Sanders's brows knitted tightly, veins bulging on his face, "You gave the Blue Moon Grass to J?"
"Yeah." Aaron Sanders had a relaxed expression on his face.
"You good-for-nothing!" Mr. Sanders cursed furiously, "Who allowed you to touch my stuff! Bring the Blue Moon Grass back right away, or don't bother coming ho!"
At these words, Aaron Sanders replied, quite speechlessly, "Grandpa, it's just a lousy piece of grass. Stop scaring people! And anyway, I've already given it away, how could I possibly get it back!"
"Fine! Very well! Do not co ho, then!" No sooner had he spoken than Mr. Sanders hung up the call.
He tried hard to calm himself down.
Viola Thompson stood up from the couch, smiling, "Old man, it seems I won't be seeing the Blue Moon Grass again."
"Kid, this really was an accident, I had no idea that little wretch would have the guts to do this!" Mr. Sanders continued, "Please have a seat, we can talk things over."
"There's nothing to talk about." Viola Thompson's voice was indifferent and cold, "Three strikes and you're out."
With that, Viola Thompson put on her hat and turned to leave.
"Kid!"
Looking at Viola Thompson's retreating figure, Mr. Sanders had a complex look in his eyes, a hint of regret even, before letting out a deep sigh.
Viola Thompson returned to the auction hall.
Seeing Viola Thompson, Nathaniel Besian was sowhat surprised, "Master, how did you return so quickly? Did you get the Blue Moon Grass?"
Viola Thompson's face was rather ugly, she gritted her teeth and said, "That bastard stole it."
"The bastard?" Nathaniel Besian was taken aback, not quite grasping it, "Who?"
"J." Viola Thompson squinted her eyes.
"What are we going to do now?" Viola Thompson picked up the number plate on the table, "Go."
Nathaniel Besian followed Viola Thompson's stride.
Master and apprentice left the auction hall.
"Sis, look at them." Seaton spotted Viola Thompson and Nathaniel Besian leaving and imdiately whispered to Karina.
At that, Karina turned around to look, her eyes full of vigilance.
After sorting out the auction items, Viola Thompson and Nathaniel Besian left together.
They hadn't walked far when Viola Thompson felt sothing was off.
Master and apprentice exchanged a glance, both could see the crisis in the other's eyes.
"Master?"
"Hmm." Viola Thompson nodded slightly.
The master and apprentice pair tacitly understood each other, even without words, they could understand what the other was trying to convey.
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