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Chapter_197
Silas turned around and pushed the door open.
“Ms. Fish, at my age, making a living isn’t easy. Earning money by working day and night in the medical lab has been quite difficult, and only now could I afford such an antique. Please, when you have the time, I’ll send someone to take it back. I wouldn’t want to trouble you with keeping it safe,” Silas said. With that, he left.
Flying Fish’s smile froze on her face. Silas, that old fox, recognized me from the start. People were right; experience really does make a difference. He was waiting for me the entire time.
How could a dean of a top medical lab like him have the nerve to play the victim? Flying Fish thought.
She was suddenly worried. How am I supposed to get that antique back when I’ve already handed it over to my employer? If it weren’t for Boss knowing Silas, I would’ve made a run for it. But now that my hideout’s exposed, what’s the point of running?
Silas reached the ground floor, and the driver was standing respectfully to the side, holding the car door open. Just as Silas was about to step inside, he noticed someone approaching from a distance.
Silas handed the black suitcase to the driver, then strode toward the figure in the distance. He walked with a commanding presence, his face having a healthy rosy glow—there wasn’t a single trace of old age about him at sixty.
“I finally got to see you! I thought I was going to make this trip for nothing again today,” Silas said, relief in his voice.
Yvette paused, lifted her eyelids slightly, and gave a nonchalant nod in response to Silas’s words.
The contrast between them was striking. One was full of enthusiasm, while the other was practically expressionless.
The driver watched the scene from a distance, his eyes wide in shock. Is this really the usually serious Mr. Walson? How could he be so attentive to a pretty girl who seems barely interested? the driver wondered, beginning to question everything. Even the top officials of Mysonna treat Mr. Walson with respect. Who is this extraordinary girl?
Silas, now used to the dynamic, looked at Yvette with hopeful eyes and asked, “Do you have some time to sit down somewhere?”
Yvette, with one hand in her pocket and a chill aura surrounding her, lowered her gaze. The side of her face under the baseball cap glowed white in the sunlight, her slightly raised eyebrows giving her a delicate look.
She was direct and to the point. “Let’s go.”
Silas could barely contain his happiness. Finding Yvette even once was rare. It had been years since they last met, and he could hardly remember the last time.
The two of them casually chose a dessert shop.
Silas, at his age, usually had a personal pastry chef at home to satisfy his sweet tooth. He certainly wouldn’t be seen in a place like this.
Yvette ordered a milkshake that cost just a few dollars, while Silas went for a coffee priced in the hundreds.
Yvette sipped her milkshake with enjoyment, her legs crossed, looking entirely indifferent. She glanced at Silas casually.
Silas took a sip of his coffee, found it unbearably cheap-tasting, and set it down. After a moment of thought, he spoke up.
“You should sign up for the first-level test of this year’s Mysonna Medical Competition,” he said.
Yvette leaned back, positioning herself comfortably. Her expression remained bland as her slender fingers tugged at the straw.
“Not signing up,” she replied flatly.
Silas, his voice full of sincerity, continued, “Come on, kiddo, just sign up. Another certificate won’t hurt. You have no idea how many times the President has urged me, saying not to waste your talent. Once you pass the first-level test, the lab could be handed over to you. I’m sixty, I should be retiring and enjoying my golden years, right?”
Yvette’s eyes were half-closed as she gazed at Silas, her brow slightly furrowed.
“I’m not signing up. You’ve got another 20 years left,” she responded coolly.
Silas felt a lump in his throat. Is it my fault for looking young? In twenty years, I’ll be eighty. She’s a wicked capitalist, shamelessly exploiting me without a second thought, Silas thought.
He put on a gloomy expression and said, “Come on, sweetheart, look at me. In twenty years, I’ll be eighty. How could you bear to keep me cooped up in the lab every day?”
Yvette propped her face on her hand, giving a lazy smile. She took another sip of her milkshake, not saying anything.
Silas leaned in closer, pouting, looking upset and helpless, like a sixty-year-old child.
People around them started giving curious looks and whispering to each other.
“Look at those two. They must be father and daughter. How did the girl get so pretty and manage to upset her dad so much?” someone whispered.
“I bet she’s not looking after her parents properly and said something rude again. Her dad looks so sad and pitiful. I can’t even watch,” another person added.
“Every family has its struggles. We don’t know their situation. Let’s not gossip and just move on,” one person said.
The whispers reached Yvette and Silas’s ears, making Silas feel guilty.
“This shows that gossiping is in people’s nature. These people must have wild imaginations. I don’t have the qualifications to be Yvette’s dad,” Silas thought.
Yvette swung her leg, looking at Silas across the table with a playful smile. Her lips curved into a mischievous arch.
“Dad?” Yvette teased.
Silas’s hands shook, spilling half the coffee he had pretended to sip. He reacted with lightning speed.
“You’re my dad,” Silas said, his face turning bright red. Realizing how embarrassing that sounded, he quickly added, “But I value my life more than my pride.”
Yvette gently tapped her finger against the edge of the table, resting her chin on her hand. Her voice carried a hint of coldness as she asked, “Did you manage to extract the unstable substance from No.7 Toxin?”
At the mention of the toxin, Silas immediately straightened up.
The No.7 Toxin that Fiona had stolen was flawed. It wasn’t the real one. Silas had the antidote.
“There have been thousands of tests. The unstable elements have now been narrowed down. Unless something unexpected happens, it will take another six months to compare the reactions of these elements and draw a conclusion,” Silas said.
Yvette raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly, before focusing again on her milkshake.
Silas suddenly thought of Flying Fish and asked, “By the way, today at the apartment you asked me to visit, I ran into a girl who used to be undercover and stole a relic from my house. Are you friends with her?”
Yvette hesitated for a moment. She looked away from her milkshake, pursed her lips, and spoke softly. “How much is the relic worth? I’ll write you a check later.”
Silas was speechless. He pretended to think for a moment, then waved his hand in a generous gesture.
“It’s no big deal! For a friend like yours, not just one relic, I could give away a few if you ask. But maybe you don’t know, the one she took was my favorite blue-and-white porcelain plate. I used to sleep with it by my side—couldn’t sleep well without it. Ever since it was stolen, my insomnia hasn’t improved,” Silas said.
Yvette looked up, her cold eyes flickering slightly. Who are you trying to fool, old trickster? Sleep with it? Won’t it poke you?
Yvette was silent for a moment before speaking. “Just tell me what you want.”
At this, Silas’s face lit up with a wide grin, his old face blooming like a flower.
He didn’t hold back and stated his demands, knowing such opportunities didn’t come often. It would be foolish to let it slip by.
“That’s easy. We’ve got some new interns in the lab, and I’m honestly overwhelmed. They’re all geniuses who don’t respect each other, turning the lab into a chaotic mess. I’m so busy every day. I don’t have the time to handle them. So, please help me train them for a week, and if you agree, we’ll let bygones be bygones,” Silas said.
Yvette glanced at Silas, thinking, He’s good at taking advantage of situations without holding back.
“Deal,” Yvette agreed.
