Darryl was unperturbed by their mockery.

“Miss Newman, I’m serious. Please, tell me how much would you sell this for? I need it to save a life!” he said sincerely.

It had been two hours, and Darryl did not know how Dax was doing or if his wound was worsening.

“To save a life? Who’s life?” Circe frowned.

Darryl came here covered in sweat, and he did not mind Evelyn slapping him earlier. It seemed that he was in a panic.

“Dax,” Darryl answered.

‘Dax Sanders?’ Circe thought.

Darr