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 me unlock this first, and I'll immediately send someone 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 me three times already. If I believe you again this time, it would be impolite of me."
As the saying goes, three times is too much.
The old man was really pushing it.
Mr. Sanders was in so much trouble that he couldn't clear his name no matter what he did. He quickly explained, "Kid, I swear, this time it really has nothing to do with me!"
