When She Unveils Identities

Chapter 487

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Chapter 487 A Strange Scene

Braden was silent for a moment, then fumbled to drink the medicine.

"Now can you tell me why you still keep me?"

He had a clear head, and he guessed, "Did Shirley say something to you? You reached a certain deal...

What is your relationship?"

When he was in the water prison, Braden vaguely heard Shirley address this man as her "brother".

But didn't Shirley have no siblings? Why did she have a brother suddenly?

He had too many questions to clear up. Even if he were to die, he would have to die with a clear head.

"I don't need to explain our relationship to you. The reason why I kept you is that I am benevolent and

generous. I don't want to see blood at Crimson Pawnshop..."

"What a joke!"

Braden snorted and said fiercely, "Did someone call the title Midnight Ghost for fun? You are a born

devil, treating human lives as nothing. You know how many people you have killed. Back then, I killed

you without mercy. It was for the sake of the people, and now I will do the same. So you must not let

me go!"

Larry was speechless.

He was so angry.

He had been fighting openly and secretly with Braden for so many years, and there had never been a

moment when he was eager to break his head.

However, for his younger sister, his nephew, and his niece, he had to endure.

"Don't worry. I already said that I'm kind and generous. How could I bully a blind man?"

Larry had a weird smile on his face. He continued to outrage his susceptibility. "The sun is good today.

Do you want me to take you out to bask in the sun? You're blind. Your life is so boring every day."

Braden was speechless.

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Larry said, "Don't be so polite. I can temporarily serve as your walking stick."

Words failed Braden.

Therefore, a strange scene appeared.

The two enemies in Seatie City, who had once shouted to kill, now appeared on the rooftop and were

facing the river where the three countries bordered. They were lying in chairs, leisurely basking in the

sun.

Of course, only Larry was leisurely. Braden was angry.

"What is your purpose? Just tell me directly. You don't have to humiliate me again and again like this!"

Braden clenched his fists and struggled several times to get up from the chair, but he was pressed

down by Larry "considerately".

"Can't you be more relaxed? I already said that I brought you here to bask in the sun and help you

recover as soon as possible. Why do you suspect that I have an ulterior motive? What do you think I

will do to you? Are you suffering from paranoia?" Braden asked.

When Larry said this, he fed Braden a round and crisp grape. "Eat some fruit to replenish vitamins."

Braden was mad, but everything was dark in front of him. He was no different from a cripple. What

could he do?

"When are you willing to let me go back?"

He asked in a low voice, desperate.

But after asking, he regretted it.

There was no need to ask this question at all.

The Stewart family and Crimson Pawnshop had fought so vehemently with each other back then. This

revengeful man had finally secured a victory. How could he let his enemy go back easily?

Larry slowly sipped at his coffee and looked at the river in front of him. In front of him was the world he

had created. This world had once been so glorious. Although it was gray, it could at least bring him

supreme power and endless money.

Unfortunately, this world was easily destroyed by the guy in front of him.

Logically, he should have thrown Braden into the river to feed the crocodiles, but... his desire to kill him

was not so strong.

Perhaps it was because of his younger sister, or perhaps because he had been calm for so many

years, he did not like fighting and killing as much as before.

"What? You don't want to die and want to fight back?

"Don't worry. I'll send you back to the Stewart's home when the poison in your body is clean," he said

with a smile.

"Are you really willing to let me go?"

Braden frowned, surprised.

Midnight Ghost in his memory was a complete demon. He had no humanity. He was cruel to his

enemies, but... he was willing to let Braden go.

It was very strange.

But, it was a pity that he was blind.

"I'm not letting you go. I'm just temporarily sparing your life. The conflict between Crimson Pawnshop

and the Stewart family will not end."

Larry said meaningfully, "Next time when you fall into my hands again, it won't be so easy... So, you'd

better be prepared and not be defeated by me again!"

After basking in the sun on the rooftop, Braden seemed to have suddenly been enlightened. He

accepted the fact that he was blind and no longer wanted to live negatively all day long. He was very

positive and cooperated with the divine doctor.

Larry saw that Braden had cooperated and let out a sigh of relief. He rarely went to "stimulate" him

again.

Anyway, although he was blind, the venom was cleared, and his life was saved. He finally finished the

task Shirley had assigned to him.

This day, Braden finished the medicine brewed by the divine doctor in one gulp.

The doctor checked on him and then beamed. "Congratulations, Mr. Stewart. The venom in your body

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has been completely cleaned up. You are out of danger now. You can live without worry.'

"What about my eyes? They still can't recover, right?" Braden's handsome face was cold, his deep

eyes still numb and lifeless.

"This..."

The doctor stroked his white beard and let out a long sigh. "The venom has irreversible damage to your

retina and the nerves in your eyeballs. Unless you can find a pair of eyes that fit yours one hundred

percent, your eyesight is unlikely to recover."

"Alright, I got it. You can leave!'

Braden didn't want to say anything more. Everything needed to be discussed when he returned to the

Stewart's home.

He groped his way out of the door, but he bumped into the table halfway and almost fell off.

"Be careful!"

A pair of hands held him firmly, and the voice sounded very respectful.

"Irving?"

Braden asked sharply.

"Mr. Stewart, it's me."

Irving was still wearing a long gown, looking like a handsome and elegant man from ancient times.

He felt somewhat guilty when he saw the once high-spirited president become so battered and

exhausted.

If he hadn't come up with that stupid idea, Braden wouldn't have become like this.

It was likely that Braden wanted to kill him.

"Great! You finally came to see me!"

Not only did Braden not hate him, but he was also happy. Braden grabbed his wrist as if he was holding

onto a life-saving straw. "Come here! I have a lot of questions to ask you."

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