Chapter 982

"Wait, Gus Zeller's medicine… from a Mr. Lawrence?" Willy mused to himself, and soon a certain Lawrence's face came to mind. As Willy's expression turned cold, Nash saw the expensive car driving into Sorano Estate and Willy who sat at the back. Noticing the bodyguard fawning all over Willy, Nash could see that Willy was a big deal, and someone like him would most likely help him out. He walked up to Willy's car, bowing nervously and asking gingerly, "Mr. Sorano? I'm here to deliver medicine to Mr. Zeller, but I wasn't allowed in and couldn't contact Mr. Zeller. Could you please—" "Shut up!" the bodyguard bellowed at him right then. "Did you just ask Mr. Sorano to run an errand for you?! Who do you think you are?!" "No! That's not what I mean!" Nash threw his hands up in panic. "This is medicine, and I'm sure Mr. Zeller needs it urgently to be free of pain soon. That's why I'm asking a favor… Could you please pass this to Mr. Zeller, or just call him? I'm really sorry for taking up