The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 982

"Wait, Gus Zeller's medicine... from a Mr. Lawrence?" Willy mused to himself, and soon a certain Lawrence's face came to mind.

As Willy's expression turned cold, Nash saw the expensive car driving into Sorano Estate and Willy who sat at the back.

Noticing the bodyguard fawning all over Willy, Nash could see that Willy was a big deal, and someone like him would most likely help him out.

He walked up to Willy's car, bowing nervously and asking gingerly, "Mr. Sorano? I'm here to deliver medicine to Mr. Zeller, but I wasn't allowed in and couldn't contact Mr. Zeller. Could you please—"

"Shut up!" the bodyguard bellowed at him right then. "Did you just ask Mr. Sorano to run an errand for you?! Who do you think you are?!"

"No! That's not what I mean!" Nash threw his hands up in panic. "This is medicine, and I'm sure Mr. Zeller needs it urgently to be free of pain soon. That's why I'm asking a favor... Could you please pass this to Mr. Zeller, or just call him? I'm really sorry for taking up your time."

Nash's humility left Willy's eyes flashing in amusement, and he grinned. "Those pills are from a Mr. Lawrence, you say? Could it be Frank Lawrence?"

"Oh? Do you know him, Mr. Sorano?" Nash's eyes lit up in delight at Willy's words.

He was innocently convinced that the pills would be delivered if Willy was Frank's acquaintance.

He certainly would not think so if he knew what happened between them!

"Shit." The bodyguard's heart skipped a beat-he did not think that Nash was telling the truth.

And if Willy's friend got upset, he would be butchered many times over!

However, even before the bodyguard could drop to his knees and apologize, Willy alighted and took the bag of pills Nash held out to him.

"I'm relieved that you're a friend of Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Sorano. Thank you so much for helping-please bring those pills to Mr. Zeller soon." Completely oblivious, Nash was bowing in gratitude, only to watch in shock as Willy threw the bag on the floor before trampling over each pill violently. "What are you doing, sir?!" Nash exclaimed in shock, confused by why Frank's friend would suddenly flip out.

And once Willy was done, he was rearing his head and laughing. "Hahaha... This is great!"

Then, as everyone looked on in shock, he turned to Nash with a glare of contempt. "Old-timer, I know Frank Lawrence... But whoever said we're friends?"