Trafford’s Trading Club - Chapter 875 - Volume 10 – Chapter 26: Colluding Together
Chapter 875 – Volume 10 – Chapter 26: Colluding Together
Volume 10 – Chapter 26: Colluding Together
Earlier.
Caroline finally contacted the Lawyer Carlo and went to the hospital with him to visit Nia.
Of course, they took the bus.
Carlo gave an excuse. He explained that it was an urgent moment when he had to send a contract to a client while it was too late. Because of that, he parked his car in a non-parking area. Later, the car was towed away by the traffic police. Hence, he could only take the bus.
Carlo talked about how unreasonable the traffic police was to Caroline and then moved on to how rudimentary the country’s justice was.
What should I say?
I don’t understand him? Caroline felt as if she saw a stingy middle-aged woman bargaining with a butcher at the market and failed in the end.
Carlo paid the fee after getting on the bus, but Caroline still didn’t feel that this guy was a gentleman. He should have paid the bill when they were in the cafe.
How expensive would the bus’ one-time fare be?
“Oh! Poor Nia! Forgive me for just knowing your situation! I should have arrived sooner!”
Carlo saw Nia lying on the hospital bed. He walked to Nia’s side and knelt before the hospital bed without hesitation. He held Nia’s dry hands with both hands against his forehead, weeping in a raspy voice, “You used to be so beautiful. Why did you become like this? God is so unfair! Oh…you should have let me know earlier. Why didn’t you let me know?”
Nia seemed to be moved by the man’s affection, and perhaps she also remembered the moments she had with this man. Her sunken eye sockets teared up.
Caroline once thought that Nia’s tears should have drained up after being hospitalized.
But in the end, she was moved to tears by such disgusting words from such a man. Couldn’t Nia see that Carlo was just putting up an act? They hadn’t seen each other in a few years, or even more than ten years. How could this be true?
Or is it that the illness has completely taken over Nia’s shrewdness and reasoning, making her even more ignorant than any other woman?
Caroline opened her mouth, even revealing her disdain for Carlo in her eyes. She hoped that Nia could see her actions, but Nia’s eyes never left Carlo.
Caroline didn’t know if Nia was trying to remember this man’s face forever. However, she didn’t alert Nia in the end.
She closed the door and sat alone in a chair outside the ward, leaving Carlo a chance for Nia to perform. God, for the sake of this commission, I hope this man can be loving to the end.
“Why do I care about this kind of thing?” Caroline suddenly shook her head mockingly.
She felt a little bored. She looked around the corridors of the inpatient department and found that there were quite a few people. They all had relatives of those hospitalized here.
Caroline’s thoughts went a little messy. She simply took out her phone and browsed WeChat moments and Twitter. She didn’t know what Nia and Carlo talked about in the ward.
She sent a message to Livia, but she didn’t reply even after waiting for a while. So she made another call, and it turned out that Livia had turned off her phone.
Livia had mentioned that she would also leave and stayed outside the district for a while. I guess she should have left now?
Livia engaged in prostitution in the district. But, Caroline knew that Livia had a boyfriend outside the district without telling her. He seemed to be a college student.
Livia was quite a fool; she even quietly saved a portion of the money every month to subsidize the man’s tuition and living expenses.
Perhaps, she went to her boyfriend’s place.
Caroline thought about it and fell asleep.
She had a dream.
In the dream, she was an angel. Her wings weren’t pure white like the angels in the Bible, but grey.
Her wings folded, wrapped around her body, and unable to fly as she fell from the sky.
But she would never be able to touch the earth, just keep falling, seemingly endless.
She couldn’t speak. She could only maintain this falling motion. Her body was like a stone statue, and she felt like a soul imprisoned in the statue.
Another self appeared in front of Caroline.
The other self had the same face, but she had no wings, just like a typical self.
The other self was also falling at the same speed as her. Their line of sight was at the same altitude as if she was looking in a mirror.
The two of them fell to the ground with their heads down, but they were still staring at each other with their eyes open. Caroline still couldn’t speak. She had never been so anxious before.
But the other self moved. There was a slight smile on her face. Caroline glanced at it, and horrors crept upon her heart.
She moved.
This fellow who looks exactly like me moved. While falling, the other self reached out her hand toward Caroline and finally put her palm on Caroline’s abdomen.
The other self opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound. Her lips were moving, seemingly trying to say something.
“I took it away.”
“What?”
The ground below was suddenly swallowed by darkness. The darkness was like ink dripping on a paper towel, soaring to the sky quickly and finally dyeing the bright sky black.
Caroline felt immense pain overwhelming her.
…
The cause of the pain was that the hospital bed being pushed by the doctors and nurses quickly passed through this narrow corridor while the wheels ran across Caroline’s feet.
Caroline woke up in pain, glanced bitterly at the distant hospital bed. She quickly took off her shoes. A red mark surfaced on her foot, and she didn’t know if her bones were hurt.
Why am I so unlucky today?
Caroline sighed and rubbed the soles of her feet slowly. At this moment, the ward door suddenly opened. Carlo walked out blankly, frowning when he saw Caroline, who was still sitting here.
“Have you finished discussing your business? Where’s Nia?” Caroline had to ask.
Carlo said calmly, “She finally fell asleep. You shouldn’t wake her up. By the way, do you have time? I want to talk to you about something.”
Caroline’s intuition told her that it wouldn’t be good, but she still endured the pain in her feet, put on her shoes, and followed the man to a reasonably quiet place. The open floor of the hospital’s inpatient department, where the patient could breathe.
Caroline hobbled, and Carlo didn’t intend to help her.
This handsome middle-aged man had a slight hint of youth on his face. He took out a crumpled, softly-packed cigarette from the pocket of his suit, picked one out, and started smoking.
Caroline said impatiently, “Just say it. If there’s nothing, I’m leaving. It’s quite late.”
It was her working time at night, so naturally, it was her excuse. She just didn’t like being with this middle-aged man. It reminded her of Nia.
The face with a stark contrast to despair, glowing with spirit as if seeing hope.
“You’re a prostitute too, right?” Carlo breathed out a puff of cigarette smoke slowly, “Nia told me about you.”
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.
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.
