President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

A hint of doubt flashed across Si Han's clear and handsome face hidden under the mask.

"That miser in McCann, was it your brother who killed him?" There was obvious disbelief in his tone.

But Pete had already grasped the hope of life, and nodded desperately, "Yes, yes, Mr. S, do you know the richest man?"

Ah--

"Before he was in business, he always took advantage of the loopholes to plot against others. It's really strange that he was put to death by your brother," Si Han said.

Pete half-rolled his eyelids to hide his guilty look, "Yeah, he insisted on injecting others with a new type of drug, which he said could prolong life, but something happened, and he spent 500 million dollars to suppress the matter."

Fearing that Si Han wouldn't believe it, he added, "You can check it out, he will definitely be able to find the details of the money spent in his account."

To be honest, Pete was really not afraid of Sihan going to investigate.

Because Smith really spent 500 million U.S. dollars to settle this matter, but it was not for himself to clean up the mess, but for him—this brother!

"Brother, don't blame me. You have to think about yourself in life. Don't worry, I will ask Mr. S to save your life." Pete said silently in his heart.

Si Han in front of him looked like a torch, and his jet-black eyes seemed to be piercing through Pete's mind, and seemed to be examining him!

"I hope you are not lying to me, otherwise your life will be gone." Si Han said in an extremely cold voice.

-

At night, in a hotel near the hospital.

Smith received an email from the hospital, which contained Song Runian's blood test report.

All the indicators in the report have returned to normal, which proves that Song Runian has fully recovered now.

Looking at the report, Smith finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Great, he finally has the qualifications and confidence to talk to Bao Sibai about his request.

Thinking about it, Smith immediately called Bo Si Bai.

It happened that Bao Sibai just got off work from the company, so he came here directly.

For about an hour, Bao Sibai stood in front of the French windows of the hotel, looking at the pedestrians who were as small as ants on the [-]th floor, and there was no wave in his deep black eyes.

Smith's eyes were full of smiles, and he even opened a bottle of Romain Conti.

Poured into a crystal goblet, the dark red liquid was slightly frothy, and the mellow aroma of the grapes filled the room instantly.

"Young Master Bo, this is the red wine I brought from abroad. It tastes very good. Try it." Smith handed the red wine to Bo Sibai.

Bao Sibai reached out to take it, and the two goblets collided with a sound like knocking people's hearts, "Thank you, but Expert Smith called me over so late, shouldn't it be just for wine tasting?"

"Yes." Smith nodded, and clenched the goblet in his hand, "I just read Mrs. Bo's blood test report, and all the indicators have returned to normal, so I want you to fulfill your promise, Young Master Bo."

"Of course." Bao Si Bai readily agreed, "What do you want me to do?"

"I have a younger brother, his name is Pete," Smith said straight to the point, "Actually, the person responsible for Mrs. Bo's condition was not me at all, but my brother Pete, and it was because of him that Mrs. Bo's condition was so severe that it required The degree of replacement of artificial bones."

Click!

The veins on Bao Sibai's forehead instantly bulged, and the goblet in his hand was crushed into powder!

So the instigator of all this, the person who caused Song Runian to be tortured by illness and even almost died, was this man named Pete? !