The next morning, in the most luxurious private room at Mirage.

“Mr. Rhys, thank you for protecting me. Here is the canscora you wanted. Please take a look.”

Natasha put an exquisite wooden box on the table before pushing it forward.

“Huh?”

Dustin opened the box and saw a blood-red canscora in it.

The herb was crooked, like a dragon’s tooth. It had an interesting appearance.

He gently sniffed it, and its unique stench filled his nose.

“It is really a canscora! Thank you, Ms. Harmon!”

Dustin’s fa