Chapter 1196

"Now it tastes right."

"Since ancient times, precious swords match heroes, jewelry matches beauties; for a pretty little kitten like you, it's not appropriate to have a bare neck."

Felicia Hardy subconsciously touched her neck, then her eyes shook, and she hurriedly looked down.

On her neck, she didn't know when she had put on a dazzling sapphire necklace; the sapphire on this necklace was as big as a thumb, and based on her experience, she knew at a glance that it was priceless!

Felicia Hardy was shocked; when she reacted, it was when the other party touched her neck and put it on her, but this hand speed was too fast, and she didn't notice it at all.

After the surprise, she prepared to take off the necklace.

"What are you doing?"

"Take it off and return it to you."

"No need, just a small gift, keep it," Su Quan waved his hand indifferently.

Felicia Hardy hurriedly said: "No, this... this is too expensive, I can't accept it!"

"The necklace is dead, people are alive," Su Quan teased with a smile: "Men give women gifts for only two purposes: one is pure gratitude, and the other is wanting to move the woman and get the woman's gratitude."

"Which one do you think I am?"

Felicia Hardy said secretly: "Which one could it be? I haven't done anything worth your gratitude; starting with a priceless jewelry necklace, your intentions are obvious."

However, being moved was also truly moved!

Felicia Hardy, as Norman Osborn's assistant, was no stranger to the lives of the rich and the luxury of the upper class.

She was definitely not a country bumpkin who had never seen money or the world.

But—she had definitely never received such an expensive gift; this sapphire necklace must be worth at least tens of millions, right?

Let alone the first meeting, for those rich tycoons, even if they spent a few years together, even if it was the last meeting, it was impossible to give a gift worth tens of millions!

Honestly, regardless of the beauty of the sapphire necklace itself or its material value, it made Felicia Hardy's heart move, and she felt she couldn't hold on anymore.

She grabbed the necklace and didn't take it off for a long time.

Su Quan came out of the pool and glanced at Felicia Hardy; Felicia Hardy looked away in a hurry and picked up the towel.

Suburbs, Osborn Manor.

Felicia Hardy's face was rosy, and she led Su Quan to Norman Osborn's room with weak steps.

The room was very dark; not only were the lights not on, but the windows were also blocked by layers of curtains, completely opaque.

The large bed in the middle of the room was covered by a highly sealed transparent protective cloth, and on the bed lay a dying middle-aged man.

It was the founder of Osborn Corp, a top tycoon with a net worth of at least 200 billion US dollars—Norman Osborn!

Besides him, there were two other people in the room, the people he was closest to and trusted the most.

His son Harry Osborn and assistant Adder.

"Can you cure Mr. Osborn?" Adder scrutinized Su Quan, his suspicion and impoliteness obvious.

Harry Osborn frowned and shouted coldly: "You'd better be polite! Also, are you doubting Mr. Su Quan, or are you doubting me?"

Adder shook his head and explained: "I am not doubting you, Young Master Harry, but this is my job; I must examine it clearly, and Mr. Osborn can no longer bear any more risks."

Harry Osborn's face was a bit ugly; you didn't doubt me, so that means you doubted Mr. Su Quan? How is that different from doubting me?

And what do you mean by the risks you mentioned?

Don't forget, you are just an assistant; I am the young master of the Osborn family, and also the only successor!