Who was this unfortunate soul who had enough money to fall prey to such a scammer?

Charlie couldn’t help but ask Jacob, “Who did Zachary sell those pills to?”

“I’m not certain,” Jacob replied. “Zachary insisted on upholding his professional ethics and keeping his clients’ details confidential.”

After finishing his explanation, Jacob shook his head and let out a sigh. “Zachary handed me five hundred thousand dollars, claiming he was doing me a favor to honor you. I tried to give him a commission for his efforts, but he flatly refused. He really is a talented salesperson, but it’s unfortunate he’s a fraud. I suggested he consider a legitimate job instead.”

Charlie shook his head in disbelief. It was utterly unrealistic to think Zachary could change his ways!

Having been a swindler specializing in antiques since his youth, it was ingrained in him. The thought of working a conventional office job would likely send him into despair.

Nevertheless, since Zachary managed to sell the pills for such a hefty sum for Jacob, Charlie felt a sense of relief. Jacob could use that money to help cover their living expenses.

After all, they had been ousted from the Wilson family, and Claire would likely be out of work for the foreseeable future. Additionally, Jacob wouldn’t be receiving any dividends from the Wilson Group, as they were no longer affiliated with the company. Therefore, the money would be crucial during this transition period.

Feeling uplifted by the unexpected windfall of five hundred thousand dollars, Jacob smiled and began humming as he strolled into his bedroom.

Charlie also headed to his bedroom to share the news with Claire.

Claire sprang out of bed, her expression anxious. “Charlie! They spent so much money on those pills! What if something goes wrong after they take them? Will you be able to avoid the fallout if the pills don’t work for them?”

“Don’t worry, Claire,” Charlie reassured her with a smile. “Those pills are designed to treat blood stasis and improve circulation. The herbs used to create them are neither expensive nor rare. Even if someone misuses them, the worst side effect is a nosebleed for a couple of days. Besides, if anyone experiences side effects, they have no one to blame but themselves for buying medication without a prescription! It’s their own foolishness!”

Still unconvinced, Claire fretted, “If that’s the case, who in their right mind would be willing to spend five hundred thousand dollars on just two pills?!”

Charlie replied nonchalantly, “Perhaps someone suffering from cerebral obstruction, or a family member of someone with cardiovascular or cerebrovascular issues. Those pills would be quite effective for such conditions.”

Claire felt somewhat reassured after hearing Charlie’s explanation.

After all, these were serious illnesses that could cost a fortune—easily over five hundred million dollars—if treated in a hospital.

After dinner, while washing the dishes, Charlie received a phone call from Don Albert.

Although Albert was a notorious mob boss in Aurous Hill, he had kept a low profile and seemed quite downcast since his encounter with Charlie.

Charlie didn’t admire him, but he recognized that Albert was quite reasonable. When Douglas faced trouble at the hospital, Albert had stepped in to help Charlie.

For that reason, Charlie had promised to give Albert a chance to redeem himself. However, he didn’t expect Albert to initiate contact personally.

Upon answering the call, Charlie asked, “Albert, what do you need from me?”

Albert responded with a smile, “Oh! Mr. Wade! I reached out because I heard about your achievements during the metaphysics competition at the White family mansion. I wanted to congratulate you…”

At this point, Charlie interjected coldly, “Just get to the point. Why are you calling me today?”

Albert quickly replied, “Oh, Mr. Wade, you see right through me!”

Impatience creeping in, Charlie said, “Are you still rambling?”