Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

[Friendly reminder: It seems that some readers are not aware that I have already revised the previous content. You can remove the book from the bookshelf and clear the cache, then re-add it to the bookshelf to read normally. Otherwise, there will be problems with the continuity of the content!]

Among the crisscrossed overpasses, tall buildings were standing majestically.

With a constant flow of traffic, Splendidly Trade Building towered like an unmatched giant in the heart of Clearwater City’s business district.

Zack Wallace stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his fingers gliding over the smooth surface of the desk, bragging, “A full set of high-end Italian office furniture, open office area design, artificial 3D green plant wall, German planting technology, Israeli imported automatic drip irrigation system, elegant, healthy, environmentally friendly.”

He raised his hand and knocked on the floor-to-ceiling windows, “Bulletproof glass with special tempered treatment, fireproof and heat-insulated. No need to worry even if it’s a Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle.”

Having given a general introduction to the office, Zack looked at Alexander Summers with a flattering face, as if saying: Praise me, praise me.

Alexander came to the window, overlooking the city from a high vantage point, his expression cold and indifferent.

“Did you find Mr. Ghost Hayes?” he asked.

Zack’s smile instantly stiffened.

It was Mr. Ghost Hayes again!

Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, this Mr. Ghost Hayes left a stain on his otherwise smooth record, making him look incapable.

“No…” Zack lowered his head.

“Boss Jason has been dealing with such people for years, and he should know more than just Mr. Ghost Hayes.” Alexander’s deep black eyes gazed at the distant scenery, his low voice chilly, “Tell him I have an urgent need for someone, even if they’re not as famous as Hayes.”

Zack’s heart tightened, asking, “Master, is there anything wrong with May Francis’s body again?”

My goodness, they had spent a fortune and a lot of effort on this vessel. It must not have any problems!

Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly, speaking softly, “May is fine, but I suspect that the ritual has failed, and the spirit has entered the wrong soul artifact.” Zack stared wide-eyed, then cautiously asked, “Master, how sure are you?”

He paused for a long time and said, “About seventy or eighty percent.”

Seventy or eighty percent. In other words, it was almost certain.

Zack’s face turned a little pale, “If any body could be used as a soul artifact, why did we go through all that trouble in the first place? Mr. Ghost Hayes wouldn’t have made so many demands on us. As the saying goes, ‘a pot for every lid.’ If it doesn’t fit perfectly, forcing it in may cause problems.”

Alexander’s eyes darkened. What Zack said was also his concern.

“Master, don’t worry, I’ll go find Boss Jason for help right away.” Zack solemnly vowed, “Unless Mr. Ghost Hayes has fled abroad, I’ll dig three feet deep into the ground to find him!”

As he finished speaking, Alexander’s phone rang.

It was a call from Atra Blanc.

Zack glanced at the screen and immediately fell silent.

Alexander answered the phone, “Mom, what’s the matter?”

“Alexander, where are you? Hurry back, Laura insists that her mouth injury was caused by Purple. Your brother wants to do justice, and I’m really worried that they’ll bully Purple again…” Atra’s voice sounded desperate and helpless.

Alexander’s face turned cold and sharp, replying, “I’m on my way back.”

He hung up the phone and hurriedly walked out, with Zack following closely, “…Master? This office…” He hadn’t finished showing it off yet.

“There’s something wrong with my sister. You handle the company’s affairs.”

Alexander left the words behind and entered the elevator.

Zack was left standing outside the elevator doors, dumbfounded for a long time.

When did the Master get a sister? Why hadn’t he heard about it before?

On the other side, Atra hung up the phone, turned around, and tightly clasped Purple Summers’ hands, “Purple, don’t be afraid! Your brother will be back soon!”

“…” Purple rolled her eyes silently.

She felt Atra was exaggerating. Was it necessary? Wasn’t it just a quarrel between children?

At most, they would get scolded. Moreover, who would be scolded was still uncertain..