"It's definitely connected to this venture capital competition,"
Ella Lacey measured her words carefully, seriously saying to Yolanda Bardot, "Wendie, the silk bag cannot be opened until we reach Canaan; otherwise, it will become invalid. Do you understand?"
"Ah? I didn't know..."
Yolanda Bardot hadn't thought that previewing the silk bag could lead to serious consequences. She said helplessly, "So, we can't look at it now, right?"
"Mhm," Ella nodded.
She felt a flicker of doubt in her heart. Why is Wendie so interested in what's in this silk bag?
Could it be because of Vermes Marley?
All of a sudden, Yolanda Bardot, clutching her head, fell weakly onto Ella Lacey, saying, "Ella, I feel a bit dizzy..."
Ella quickly grabbed hold of her, providing support, concern written all over her face, "It seems your body is still feeling unwell, should I get you a doctor?"
"...No need, I'll rest for a while, and I should feel better."
