Chapter 1096 He's Already Trapped, How Will He Escape?
"Alright," Vance walked into the hotel and saw Joshua standing at the entrance of Joseph's house. He greeted respectfully, "Hello, I'm Vance. My boss wants to talk to Mr. Maccarthy. Is it possible to arrange an appointment with him now?"
"I'll need to inform him first," Joshua said as he opened the door.
Joseph was chatting with Duff as he was presented with a new type of gun. It looked like a pen, so it was convenient for him to bring it everywhere as it was discreet.
Duff loved the pen so much that he couldn't bear to part with it.
"Mr. Mccarthy, there's a man named Vance waiting outside. He says that his boss wants to talk to you," Joshua reported.
"He followed us the entire way here," Joseph said leisurely and carefreely, not in a rush to respond.
"I guess he wants to talk to you about dealing some weapons. He wanted to get to know you for a long time, but he never had the chance," Duff said.
"Alright then. Why not do it? I am a weapons dealer after all," said Joseph as he looked at Joshua. "Let him in."
"Yes," Joshua went out. He said to Vance, "Mr. Mccarthy will see you."
Vance walked in and respectfully handed a phone over to Joseph.
He lazily picked up the phone and said, "Hello."
"Hello, Mr. Mccarthy. Nice to meet you," Welch said with a smile.
"Where is she?" Joseph asked.
"She said she wanted to walk around in the manor. The candidate will be arriving in a while. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
Joseph pursed his lips and remained silent.
"She wants Boris Lameer," Welch said again.
"Well, when she finishes meeting everyone, I will transfer the money to you." Joseph said straightforwardly.
Duff thought to himself, "Didn't he just say that he would only pay after seeing his girlfriend?"
At the moment, he was literally making the payment before meeting his girlfriend.
It seemed that no one could be invulnerable towards beauties.
It was useless for him to deny it verbally, for his actions were clear-cut.
In his heart, Duff let out a sigh. Most likely, Joseph had fallen into a trap. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he hadn't sensed it at all.
"That's not what I'm calling for. I would like to invite you for dinner. I'll cover Boris' payment as a gift for you," Welch said.
Joseph raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to talk to me about collaborating?"
"May I have that honor to do so?" Asked Welch.
"What kind of model and how many of them do you want? I'd have to check my inventory to see if there's any in stock," Joseph said.
"You are well-known for having the Thunder Gun that can't be bought even if one has immense wealth. Since I've had the honor of meeting you, I wonder if you had one on hand that I could purchase?" Welch said.
"A Thunder Gun is extremely expensive. There are some accessories that aren't in the market anymore, so they are priceless. I've heard that the gun is sold for two to three billion dollars on the black market," asked Joseph.
"Yes, but you can't even buy it for two to three billion dollars anymore. No one wants to sell it as it's very useful. I also want to buy it for self-defense. Do you think 3 billion dollars is enough for you?" Welch asked.
"Three billion dollars? Sure. Coincidentally, I have one on me right now. If it's convenient for you, transfer the three billion dollars to me and I'll give it to your men. Or do you prefer to come over and take it in person?" Asked Joseph.
"I'm coming over right now." Welch said happily. He hung up the phone and told his men, "When Agnes comes later, bring her to meet Thorn Apple. I have to go out. I'll sign the contract when I come back."
"Alright."
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Waverly sat by the lake and looked at the surface of the lake quietly. Her back was straight and motionless, like a sculpture.
A golden-haired little boy with blue eyes stared at her and slowly walked towards her. He asked in a childish voice, "You don't look like my mother. Your hair is black, your eyes are black and your skin is not as fair as mine. Why are you in my house?"
Waverly gave a smile, "I am a guest here."
"Are you a guest of my father's?" the little boy crawled to the chair next to Waverly and looked at her pitifully. He asked, "Do you know where my mother has gone?"
Looking at the little boy at such a close distance, his eyes were like emeralds, crystal clear.
Feeling some warmth in her heart, Waverly's tone became soft, "I don't know where your mother is, but when she isn't here, you should be brave. Look at the flowers on the ground. They bloomed very beautifully. They must've been planted by your mother secretly when you weren't paying attention."
"Really? If my mother was the one who planted the flowers, why hasn't she come to see me?" the little boy was puzzled and asked.
Waverly rubbed the little boy's head, "Maybe one day, she will come to see you. You have to grow up well. She will be happy when she sees that you've grown into a fine man."
The little boy looked at the lake and said, "I miss my mother."
Waverly took out the chocolate from her bag and handed it to him, "Somewhere out there, your mother must also be missing you. The both of you are missing each other."
The little boy looked at Waverly. He took the chocolate from Waverly's hand, opened the wrapper and put it in his mouth.
Waverly stayed quiet as she continued to stare at the lake.
"Auntie, are you missing your mother too?" the little boy asked.
"I haven't had a mother since I was born. I had a lake in my previous home. It was as beautiful as this lake here. I also liked sitting on a chair and looking at the lake back then. This place makes people feel like they are living a lifetime away from reality." Waverly said softly.
"What do you mean by living a lifetime away from reality?" the little boy asked in confusion.
"It's a kind of feeling where it's like you've disconnected from reality and come to another world, one that seems to be connected with the past. It's too beautiful, too dreamy and makes people unable to distinguish whether they are in reality or in their dreams. You are like an angel from my dreams," Waverly raised her smile.
The little boy looked at Waverly innocently.
"Is the chocolate delicious?" Waverly asked.
The little boy nodded, tilted his head and looked at Waverly curiously, "The chocolate is delicious. You also look like you belong in a fairyland."
Waverly smiled and looked at the lake, her gaze becoming distant again.
After a while, Welch's men came over. He looked at the boy in surprise and said to Waverly, "Agnes has arrived. Please come with me."
Waverly looked at the little boy, "Then, I'm leaving."
The little boy jumped off the chair and asked reluctantly, "Will you come again?"
She would not come again, but upon looking at the little boy's eager eyes, she could not bear to break his heart. So, she replied, "I will miss you in another place. You must grow up well."
"Can I come to you when I grow up?" the little boy took a few steps toward Waverly.
"Yes, you can ask your father for my contact information. When you come to visit me, I will cook delicious food for you," Waverly said.
"Let's make a promise. Don't break it," the little boy said pleadingly.
Waverly smiled and said, "Okay, let's make a pinky promise."
She turned around and followed Welch's men to meet Agnes.
Welch's subordinate looked back at the boy again in surprise. The young master had seldom talked to anyone, not even to the subordinate himself.
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