Trafford's Trading Club-Volume 10 – Chapter 26.2 - Colluding Together (Part 2)

Volume 10 – Chapter 26: Colluding Together (Part 2)

Caroline hugged her chest and looked at Carlo, frowning, and said, “Just tell me what’s the deal.”

Carlo turned around, leaning against the railing with his back facing the night light of the city, “Nia entrusted me to sell her house, and the remuneration has already been negotiated. But she has one more condition.”

“I’m not getting involved in the real estate matters.” Caroline shook her head. Such things were too troublesome and thankless. She had no reason to help.

Carlo said with a faint smile at this time, “Do you don’t plan to participate? Even after the real estate is sold, you can get 10% of the wealth?”

Caroline was taken aback.

Carlo explained, “Nia did entrust me, but she also entrusted you as her agent.”

As he said, Carlo sneered, “This woman doesn’t trust me.”

Thinking of Carlo’s acting in the ward, Caroline also followed with a sneer, “It’s strange to believe you; it’s disgusting.”

“It’s only for the money.” Carlo shrugged, “If she is willing to give me money, I don’t mind even kissing her feet immediately. You have always insisted on coming to the hospital to visit Nia. Didn’t you do it with another goal in mind?”

Caroline shook her head; she didn’t want to talk too much with this man. Nevertheless, she was surprised that Nia was willing to give her 10% of the sale.

Is this a reward for my visits these days?

Perhaps, as the middle-aged man said, she had expected something from the very beginning because she knew that Nia had no children or relatives.

Only later, that goal faded unknowingly. As for when it disappeared, even Caroline herself couldn’t tell.

“Is that all? Otherwise, I’m leaving.” Caroline turned around. Maybe she should wait for Nia to wake up and talk to her about it.

Nia had a light sleep. The illness had been torturing her, so Caroline felt that she wouldn’t need to wait too long.

“10% is too little, but what if it becomes 50%?” Carlo’s voice came from behind, filled with distinctive charm.

Caroline looked back subconsciously. She saw that the middle-aged man had a half-burnt cigarette in his mouth at this time. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and faced Caroline with a disgusting smile.

This smile was like the pimp who brought her into the industry; he introduced her to her first customer and completed the first business.

“What did you say?”

Carlo walked towards Caroline, “I think Nia’s condition is terrible, don’t you think? She can’t be saved, and she won’t be saved. So why do we waste our wealth on such an expensive operation? Worse still, it’s an operation that is not necessarily effective. Instead of putting the money in the hospital, why not put it in my and your pockets?”

With every word Carlo said, Caroline’s breathing couldn’t help but hasten up.

Carlo suddenly reached out and lifted Caroline’s chin, “With this money, both you and my life will be better, right? And all you and I need to do is to weave a beautiful lie. A house in the West District can be sold at a price you can’t imagine. That is the wealth which you can’t earn even after you sleep with hundreds of men.”

“Scumbag!”

Caroline slapped Carlo in the face hard and left angrily.

Carlo wasn’t angry but raised his voice behind Caroline, “Think about it carefully. As long as you nod your head, you can get a fortune. Nia can’t live on. Is it worth it?”

…

The house in the West District could indeed be sold at sky-high prices. Caroline didn’t even know how Nia made money to buy such a house.

Surgery… Is it impossible to save Nia? The doctor did say that Nia’s situation was awful. Having the operation was the last resort with a slim chance of success. It was more likely to accelerate death—dying halfway through the operation.

Why does she entrust me?

It seems that she has also sensed Carlo’s hypocrisy, so she is worried about it. After all, Nia is by the death’s door. She should be alerted to others.

Doesn’t she… be afraid that I will…

How much can a house in the West District sell for?

No matter how much the house could be sold, it wasn’t a luxurious villa. The sum of wealth wouldn’t exceed her bank card.

But until Caroline made sense of the situation, she couldn’t use it indiscriminately.

While thinking about it, Caroline came to the door of Nia’s ward. She put her hand on the doorknob and stopped immediately when she was about to push it open. 𝐟𝙧ee𝔀e𝐛𝓃𝐨𝚟𝑒𝗹.c𝗼𝚖

Her hand didn’t seem to want to push the door open.

She felt as if she had a pair of eyes staring at her from behind. It was Carlo’s eyes. Caroline turned around abruptly, but there was nothing behind him, only the gray walls of the hospital corridor.

Suddenly, there was crying from the right. A woman by the moving hospital bed cried while being unwilling to move away. The bedsheet had already covered the face of the person lying on it. Caroline knew what it meant.

She remembered this was the hospital bed that ran over her feet not long ago.

“Sorry, the operation failed.” The doctor could only say morbid and useless words.

It seemed she also heard this sentence many years ago… when her father was shot in the gang fight.

Death…

Caroline was pale and out of breath. Her hand suddenly released the doorknob. She leaned on the corridor wall as if she was weak, just wanting to get away from this place.

Whether it was Nia, or the crying woman in front, or Carlo who might still be smoking a cigarette on the open floor and not leaving… She just wanted to stay away.

…

After the VIP room turned quiet for a while, Song Haoran heard some footsteps approaching the door.

Click, the sound of the door opening.

An old man with gray hair and an unkempt appearance, probably in his sixties.

The old man was frightened; he had probably seen Song Haoran cut the thug’s throat, so he was shocked. But, the old man dared to show up because Song Haoran took down the thugs.

“You… are you really those sent here for the rescue?” In addition to panic, the old man had heavy suspicion.

Song Haoran said calmly, “Let’s not dawdle on this. A bomb has been installed here. I will take you away as soon as possible.”

“Bomb!” The old man exclaimed.

“It’s enough to destroy this place; it’s dangerous.” Song Haoran nodded, “Skip the talking. I will take you to the exit. You should leave first. I will find the remote control of the bomb later.”

Song Haoran took a glance at the old man, but he was searching for it in his splendid memory. His sharp memory had already approached the level of Grand Master of Memory [1], especially after he acquired the Sun God Emblem.

So, he noted down the information of many influential people in this country long ago; their looks and origins. As for this old man, it was also in the information he remembered.

Franky, the National Science Academy, a Ph.D. in the field of aerospace. He was also one of the few researchers left in this country after the rocket explosion a long time ago.

Why is this old man in such a good mood to listen to the concert?

Moreover, he had gotten himself the VIP room.