Lincoln Harrington reported to Sean Knight what Molly Wilson had said.
"Boss, I think this Molly Wilson is quite pitiable," he said.
"Don't pity her," Sean Knight gestured dismissively. "Who knows how many testers have worsened, been disabled, or even lost their lives because of the drugs on her hands. Besides, don't look at me with those eyes; I have nothing to do with her."
Lincoln Harrington simply uttered an "Mhm" obediently and said no more.
The airplane's landing spot was in Rome—the place where Lincoln Harrington and certain organizations connected to deliver goods.
"Boss, will the goods arrive tomorrow?" Lincoln Harrington was somewhat uneasy. "The other party doesn't inquire about the source of the goods, but they demand on-the-spot inspection, and the price is a bit lower than the market rate.
Actually, if we wait, we can still find buyers with the right price."