But now.
The child who didn't want to reveal their name had managed to crack the codes one after another within minutes, this piqued Mr. Sanders' curiosity.
He knew that once he fulfilled his promise and sent the blue moon grass to the child, the child would disappear from civilization.
Therefore, he specifically held a party under the pretext of the blue moon grass and publicly announced his intention to auction the blue moon grass.
As soon as this news came out.
All the big shots were on the move.
Blue moon grass, white in death and rich in flesh, was rumored to be able to treat many diseases.
Rich people all shared one common ailment.
Fear of death.
After all, the biggest regret in life is dying before spending all the money.
So a lot of big shots turned up tonight.
But none of them fit the profile of the child.
At this time, Mr. Sanders' eyes landed on a name.
Viola Thompson.
Eighteen years old.
Viola Thompson...
Mr. Sanders slightly furrowed his brows.
