"Are you talking about that curly-haired, brown-eyed tough guy?"
"Boss, exactly about your description." Horace nodded vigorously, "That's the guy!"
"He took his crew and hightailed it out of there."
What??
To think that big shot Zebulon, known all over the underworld, would take his gang and beat a hasty retreat. Just how hard did the boss have to hit to scare them off like that.
"What about the medicine I want?" Rosemary inquired next.
"In the bag!" Horace declared confidently, "I guarded them with my life. Don't worry, not a scratch on them."
As Rosemary felt a weight lift off her chest, she also felt a touch of gratitude.
Those medical materials were crucial for the upcoming research. Without them, the experiment would be a no-go.
"Boss, how long you planning on staying in Belloria this time?" Horace asked, hopeful.
"Probably two or three days."
"That short?"
Horace wanted to stick with the boss. Only by her side did he feel life is worth living.
