I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 168

After getting into the car, Shark asked the strong man who was driving some questions. The strong

man shook his head and said they would know when they saw the prince.

Unable to figure it out, Shark was even more nervous.

The car went to the countryside. Half an hour later, it arrived at a huge mansion.

Shark whispered to Oliver, “This is just one of Prince Fermin’s countless mansions around the world.”

Of course, Oliver was not in the mood to observe and admire Prince Fermin’s luxurious estate. He

wondered why he was invited here.

Oliver certainly didn’t know this Prince Fermin.

The mansion was built like a castle on at least 20 acres of land, and it was surrounded by walls 6.5 feet

high with wire fences.

After entering the manor, Oliver saw at least ten bodyguards.

Wayne and Simon were surprised to see these bodyguards. They could tell that these bodyguards

were very powerful and had guns!

The man who brought them turned to Shark, Wayne, and Simon as they were in the large living room

of

go the front house. “Please wait here, gentlemen, and Mr. Eastwood will in alone.”

Wayne and Simon certainly disagreed, but Oliver waved his hand and said, “You just wait here. It’s

okay.” Oliver sensed that the two burly men were not hostile to him and didn’t want to kill him, and it

occurred to Oliver that they had invited him here with a check for 10 million Oros.

Oliver thought, ‘If they’re connected to the kidnappers, Leighton included, why would they send me a

check for 10 million Oros?

They obviously want my help, so I don’t have to accept the check.

Wayne and Simon winked at Oliver and pointed to their phones.

Oliver nodded. He understood that if there was an emergency, he could text or call them.

Then Oliver went on down a long corridor, past rockeries, and into the building inside.

The spacious living room was adorned with a thick red carpet, and all the furniture and decorations

exuded an elegant and classical charm.

Luxurious but not extravagant.

A well-dressed man sat with his back to them on a large, luxurious Oropa-style sofa.

The strong man bowed to the well-dressed man and said, “Boss, Mr. Oliver Eastwood is here!”

“OK!”

The man answered, then turned and stood up.

The man gave Oliver a very impressive first impression.

The man looked like he was thirty, like he was forty, or even older, which was confusing.

His face didn’t appear to be old, but his deep gaze gave the impression that he had experienced a lot in

his life.

The man was extremely handsome and even seductively beautiful.

The man was eerily beautiful, and his face was unusually pale.

“Mr. Oliver Eastwood, I’m Fermin Dellas. Nice to meet you!”

Oliver shook hands with Prince Fermin, whose hand was a little cold.

Prince Fermin warmly asked Oliver to sit down and a maid brought Oliver a cup of tea.

Prince Fermin said to Oliver, “Mr. Oliver Eastwood, I had someone buy the fine tea and purple clay tea

set. It is said that you Clusians like it very much. This is some freshly brewed tea. Please try it.”

Oliver knew that foreigners weren’t particularly fond of drinking tea, and it was also difficult to find tea

leaves and tea sets in the foreign market.

This demonstrated Prince Fermin’s thoughtfulness.

Oliver stared at the tea to identify it. Both the tea and the purple clay tea set were expensive, and the

set was hundreds of years old

This purple clay tea set alone was worth more than 200 thousand dollars, and the tea was very good.

At least it was not poisonous.

Oliver picked it up and took a sip. He didn’t know much about tea either.

For someone who wasn’t particularly fond of drinking tea, the heavy mouthfeel of this tea wasn’t the

best choice. Many people preferred the light and pleasant premium earl grey.

However, the fact that a foreigner who knew nothing about tea made such an effort to prepare these

showed great politeness.

Oliver took a sip of tea, then looked at Prince Fermin and said, “Prince Fermin, why did you invite me

here?”

As Oliver spoke, he took the check for 10 million Oros and put it in front of Fermin. “And I have to give

this check back to you. We Clusians have a saying that we don’t get paid for nothing.”

Prince Fermin sighed and stretched out his hand to Oliver. “Mr. Oliver Eastwood, I heard that you are

very good at traditional Clusian medicine. Can you check my physical condition?”

Oliver was stunned and blurted out, “Well… I saw a beautiful lady in the clubhouse. What is her

relationship to you?”

Fermin smiled and said, “That’s my daughter Cassia.”

Oliver suddenly realized that the two did seem like family.

The two were equally eerily beautiful, equally pale, and seemed equally sick.

Oliver paused for a moment, then put his finger on Prince Fermin’s pale and bloodless wrist.

Oliver checked Prince Fermin’s pulse.

Oliver’s energy entered Fermin’s body through his hand.

In an instant, the situation inside Fermin’s body appeared in a three-dimensional shape in Oliver’s

mind. The energy identified Fermin’s physical condition.

Prince Fermin’s body was like a broken and decaying ship with many holes, showing a severe lack of

blood.

Moreover, his body contained various types of blood, and all of them were extremely weak. Oliver was

also puzzled. Although he wasn’t a medical worker, he had some blood knowledge. Different blood

types could not be mixed together, but Prince Fermin’s body was an exception. Several different kinds

of blood flowed through his veins, and there was no abnormality. Death didn’t happen to him.

But Oliver felt something was wrong.

After thinking for a while, Oliver stared at Prince Fermin’s face again.

Oliver thought, “If only my eyes could identify the vital information of the human body, then I could see

the information of Prince Fermin’s illness.”

But when Oliver thought about it, an identification message suddenly appeared in his mind. [Fermin

Dellas, born on February 14, 1961, with a familial-hereditary disease called hematoporphyria.] People

suffering from porphyria could extend their lives by receiving fresh blood transfusions, but after

reaching the limit of transfusions, further attempts became futile. And now Fermin only had forty days

left to live.

Oliver was dumbfounded before he said, “Hematoporphyria? Forty days left to live?”

Fermin was also stunned. “Do you really know? Then my disease… Can it be cured with your

traditional Clusian medicine?”

Fermin was initially skeptical of Oliver, but Fermin was dying, and he wanted to seize any chance to

stay alive.

Fermin thought, ‘Who doesn’t want to live?

At least no one wants to die.’