Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 898 - 511 Have I become a gentleman?_2

Chapter 898: Chapter 511 Have I become a gentleman?_2

"What about you? Do you plan on finding work here, or going back home?"

Before Zoe Wilson could answer, he started talking as if to himself:

"I recommend that you stay. Even a regular job here pays more than what you’d get domestically!

Besides, these days, returning students from abroad aren’t as highly sought after as they used to be. We’ve studied at the university here for several years, and we’ve grown accustomed to the way of life.

Don’t listen to those who say abroad is so unsafe. We both know some things can’t be judged simply by their appearance. For people like us who have studied abroad, have enjoyed living here, going back and trying to integrate into their circle is very difficult."

"How about it, do you want me to introduce you to someone, maybe get you a position in the laboratory? Although it may not guarantee you can stay, having this experience on your resume will make job hunting much easier in the future."

Zoe Wilson wasn’t interested in Milan Collins’ proposition.

She had heard from others that the reason Milan was able to secure an internship in the laboratory was because, it was said, he ratted out Professor Molly.

Entering the laboratory in such a way seemed dangerous to Zoe—informants usually did not have good outcomes; at the very least, to others, it was a dangerous existence.

So instead of envying Milan’s lab internship, Zoe shook her head and said:

"No, I think I should go back. I don’t have big ambitions; I just want to live with my parents..."

"I guess you’re still thinking about that Luke Anderson?" Milan interrupted Zoe disrespectfully, with a hint of sarcasm. "He’s a fugitive now, and those targeted drugs he stole have already shown up on the black market.

I know some people think highly of him, but we both know what kind of person he truly is! Someone who’d do anything for money, with no bottom line at all!

While we were worried about this matter, he’s probably out there enjoying life with his money! Forget about him, you two are not cut from the same cloth!"

Zoe Wilson’s expression faltered for a moment, then she shook her head and said:

"I haven’t thought about him. My decision is unrelated to him. I’m just tired, I don’t want to stay here anymore; I want to go home."

Milan shook his head with a condescending, somewhat pitying stance:

"Who would have thought, after a few years out here, your vision would still be so short-sighted. Well, I’ve offered you the opportunity, if you don’t want it, that’s your decision."

Having said that, he glanced at Zoe’s beautiful face, shook his head, and walked away.

Watching Milan’s retreating figure, Zoe’s thoughts drifted to that proud man.

Where is he at this moment?

Zoe had pretty much figured it out by now; "Luke Anderson" was likely a fake name. And he, most likely, was the main cause of the recent incident.

Online, there were various speculations about the matter. Some said it was all for the raw materials of the targeted drugs; others believed it was to sabotage this drug trial operation.

There were even claims that the man was simply insane, acting out of madness...

Of course, there were conspiracy theories as well—suggesting a saboteur sent by a competitor of the pharmaceutical group, etc.

Zoe wasn’t sure what "Luke Anderson" really aimed for, but from her understanding, he had seemed indifferent to her while actually protecting her.

Otherwise, given her attitude at that time, Luke could have taken advantage of her to get closer, using her as a cover to do more. But he didn’t do that, and he even let her misinterpret his actions—now Zoe felt that she had misunderstood him.

Perhaps his dealings with Molly had also been a charade?

Girls can sometimes be overly emotional, idealizing their perceived targets. It’s quite normal.

Sean Knight was unaware of Zoe’s lingering thoughts about him; at that moment, he was on a phone call.

"Mr. Knight, I have a customer who wants to inquire about the raw materials for those targeted drugs; do you have any left?"

The caller was William Smith, currently acting as a middleman and negotiating with Sean.

"Did you reveal my identity to the opponent?" Sean asked, sounding displeased.

"Of course not, how could I?" William replied, laughing. "We have many rules in this profession. Not disclosing the identities of employers and customers is a bottom line."

"Good. How much does the opponent want?" Sean trusted that because of Lincoln Harrington, William wouldn’t carelessly disclose the matter.

"Not much, a few kilograms will do. If not available, a few hundred grams will suffice. Paying above market price."

"Alright, you find Lincoln Harrington," said Sean. "Remember, confidentiality."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Knight, even without Lincoln’s involvement, we would keep it confidential!" William reassured him once more.

After hanging up the phone, Sean took out a can of the raw materials for the targeted drug from his spatial realm, poured out half the contents into another container, stashed the rest, and then called Lincoln Harrington over.

Lincoln had clearly already received the call from William, and after receiving the targeted drug, he reaffirmed his commitment to Sean:

"Boss, rest assured, this matter will definitely not be leaked. If it does, I’ll chase that kid down to his death."

"By then, even if you mince him, it will be too late," Sean said, smiling. "Go make the deal. Be careful."

In Sean’s view, this affair was completely finished.

Despite the clamor it caused on the European continent, it was now of no consequence to Sean.