Unrepairable Love

Chapter 809

Felix had to get serious. He looked at Elizabeth, his expression complex. “Wouldn’t that mean directly competing with doctors and brokers?”

“Are you scared?” Elizabeth looked at Felix.

Felix pressed his lips together. He wasn’t scared. He just thought it wasn’t necessary to provoke public outrage.

“Do you want to see those people give up on life because they can’t get the medicine?” Elizabeth asked bluntly.

Felix was silent. He didn’t want that, for sure.

“Do as I say, and I’ll take responsibility for any consequences.” Elizabeth snapped her fingers and looked back at the monitor. Alexander had already left. Elizabeth sighed. Alexander was really reckless. He didn’t even understand what kind of market this was and dared to say that others’ goods weren’t worth the price. No wonder Alexander got beaten up!

“What did he buy?” Elizabeth asked Felix.

“He didn’t buy anything, just chatted with the vendor and left,” Felix replied.

Elizabeth smiled. It seemed there was nothing Alexander fancied. This market indeed needed improvement.

“I’m leaving,” Elizabeth said, standing up and putting on her mask and hat.

“Boss, I’ll see you off,” Felix stood up as well.

Elizabeth shook her head; she had driven here. She pushed open the wooden door, and a wave of bloodiness hit her. Elizabeth frowned; the environment was terrible.

“Atticus, clean up your mess! If you can’t, this market stays closed!” Elizabeth’s voice was clear and cold.

Atticus’s shoulders trembled, and he immediately responded, “Okay, I got it, Boss.”

Chapter 809

They were still afraid of Elizabeth. Elizabeth walked out through a private passage. As soon as she stepped out, she saw Alexander’s black Ferrari not far away. Elizabeth squinted, drove her car over, and slowed down. The window rolled down, and Alexander was smoking. Elizabeth frowned. He had recently picked up a smoking habit and was always smoking.

Alexander took a drag and saw the purple Pagani driving past his car. Elizabeth? What was she doing here? This town was very remote, and it took forty minutes to drive here. Alexander’s car immediately followed.

Elizabeth noticed Alexander’s car following her. She got interested. There weren’t many cars on this road anyway, and it sparked her desire to race. Alexander saw her intention. The moment Elizabeth accelerated, Alexander did too. Alexander squinted, watching Elizabeth’s car take a turn, with a car coming from the opposite direction. She honked a few times as a warning. Alexander got her signal and avoided the car.

Soon, Alexander caught up with Elizabeth’s car. The cars were side by side, and Elizabeth rolled down her window. She looked at Alexander, a smile on her lips, as if asking, “Mr. Tudor, want to race?”

Alexander, with a cigarette in his mouth, had an indescribable roguishness in the night. He raised an eyebrow and pointed forward, signaling her. “Let’s start.”

Elizabeth smiled, closed her window, and floored the gas pedal. Alexander stubbed out his cigarette, his expression turning serious.