Chapter 216: Myrna was about to take action against Stephanie.

Myrna, with her delicate features and porcelain-white skin, was stunningly beautiful; the word "amazing" couldn't even begin to describe her. However, her pupils were extremely cold and dark, as if few things in the world could pique her interest. Even at that moment, Myrna responded casually, saying, "Medicine."

Martin held the small pill in his hand and said, in a disheveled manner, "Of course, I know it's medicine. I'm not clueless! What I'm asking is why it turned into this appearance?"

"No reason," Myrna's casual expression made it clear she didn't care. She casually offered a reason: "I was bored before and bought a set of fruit molds online. When I made it, I happened to make it grape-flavored. Isn't it better to look at?"

At least, after she changed the packaging and flavor, Alfi loved to eat it. She asked if this "candy" had any other flavors.

Martin saw her dark eyes staring at him, filled with curiosity. He seemed puzzled, his mouth twitching. He squeezed out a comment, "You're not selling children's snacks; why does it matter if it looks good?"

He couldn't bear the change in the small pill's appearance, so he silently put it back in the bottle, not even wanting to sell it on the black market.

"Can't this be changed back to the original one?"

It was really childish. He couldn't bear to watch.

Who knew, Myrna raised an eyebrow and said menacingly, "Well, I've been quite busy lately and don't have time to give you medicine every month anymore. From now on, it will be every two or three months, and I'll give you three pills."

The little one had been needing to use this to regulate his body recently, and these three were all taken from her own share and given to him. But sometimes she needed to chew two as well, so the amount she could allocate seemed less sufficient.

Anyway, she didn't lack money, and it was impossible for her to make Alfredo eat less, so the best solution was to start with him. Myrna pondered; two months seemed rushed. She glanced at Martin, her pupils clear and bright, and said, "Two months is too rushed, let's make it three months, that's settled."

Martin: "..."

After Myrna finished talking to him about the small pill, she suddenly said, "By the way, do me a favor."

She rarely asked for help; the last time was because of Ganoderma lucidum. So Martin put away the arrogance on his face, collected the medicine bottle, and immediately asked, "What's the matter? Just say it. Do you still need to be polite to me, considering our relationship?"

"Help me look up someone." Online information is easily accessible to the Scarlet Guild. But the Tiny Waist Complex is, after all, overseas, so the matter in Melcester still needs to be investigated by the forces in Melcester.

"Who?" Martin asked, with a hint of impending tears in his eyes.

Myrna indifferently uttered a name: "Stephanie."

She said she wouldn't let it go when Alfi broke his leg in the hospital. If she found out this incident was related to Stephanie, she would settle all past matters with her. Did Alfi really push Stephanie down the stairs? She could find out for herself; what she asked Martin to check was something else.

She repeated what she wanted Martin to investigate and finally lowered her eyelids, with a cold and impatient expression, saying, "If possible, please give me the results as soon as possible."

"Okay, don't worry, I will find it out for you as quickly as possible,"

Martin had long been disgusted with the Stark family. When Myrna left the Stark family, he had already thought about taking action against them. However, Myrna was a person who appeared cold but had a warm heart. She didn't speak up, and as an outsider, Martin couldn't intervene on her behalf. Now, she finally realized that she didn't want to let the Stark family take advantage of her for nothing. How could he not help?