Chapter 1707
"They are still hell-bent on listing their family's vaccine, oblivious even as the fire licks at their eyebrows. How foolish," a subordinate chuckled.
Valleys let out a few derisive snorts, "Set up a meeting, tell them I am giving them one last chance."
Afternoon tea time.
Inside the tea room, Valleys' all-black, tightly-fitting outfit drew attention.
Across from him, Milton White wore fresh and lightly-colored clothes, adorned with glasses.
"So, have you made a decision?"
Valleys asked softly.
Milton White remained calm and collected, "You want to mass-produce a virus; why should I help you with that?"
"That means you are refusing."
"The Whites aren't a charity. If you want cooperation, show some sincerity," he said slowly.
