Once David Johnson's figure disappeared, Sarah Moore glanced again at the so-called elixir in her palm, just about to throw it away, but for some reason, she hesitated.
"That guy won't use this thing to keep fooling people, right? No, I'll take it to the company for testing next Monday. Hopefully, it's not poisonous. If it is, I must persuade David not to deal with this stuff anymore."
Afterward, Sarah tidied up the kitchen a bit, then sat on the sofa to read today's Brooksdale Business News.
This was a habit she had cultivated over the years.
Suddenly, her gaze landed on the date in today's newspaper, reminding her of something, and she muttered to herself, "It's almost the memorial day for the Johnson Family's three members again. I guess I'll be the only one paying my respects this year. Although I have no connection with the Johnson Family, some things just need someone to do them. If those guys in Brooksdale won't do it, then I'll do it."
