Chapter 737 The Fruits


    When the job was finally done, Fergus was thrilled. He couldn’t contain his excitement and immediately


    dialed Atticus’s number.


    “Professor Sterling, I’ve finished everything you asked for. Can you arrange my payment now?” Fergus


    asked.


    Hearing Fergus’s words, Atticus replied with disdain in his eyes, “Professor Lynch, I trust you, but it’s


    not just up to us. I need something to convince my boss before I can arrange your payment, right? How


    about you wait a couple of days? Once everything’s settled, I’ll wire the money to you right away!”


    Fergus had long seen through Atticus’s scheming. He knew it was not easy to take out money from


    Atticus.


    Fergus was well-prepared and confidently replied, “Professor Sterling, check your inbox. Maybe this


    can help you convince your boss.”


    Sensing Fergus’s implication, Atticus immediately opened his email. It contained a video and a blood


    report. The footage was covertly recorded. It showcased Catherine taking the medication provided by


    Marshall, and the report disyed Catherine’s blood test after taking the medication.


    Seeing the data in the report, Atticus smirked. He finally achieved what he wanted. This was the result


    he desired.


    “Professor Sterling, does the content of this email suffice for your boss?” Fergus’s voice came through


    the phone, conveying a hint of threat.


    Atticus understood Fergus’s intent and knew Fergus only sought money. Money was the least of


    Atticus’ concerns, especially as this expense wasn’ting from his pocket.


    “Professor Lynch, rest assured. Your reward will be in your ount soon,” Atticus said.


    With his request met, Fergus joyfully hung up the phone. Yet, his inner turmoil persisted. He had


    avoided confrontation for years. He aimed to rise unexpectedly. But Marshall unexpectedly stole all his


    thunder. If that was the case, he had to secure something for himself. Since he couldn’t gain fame, he


    decided to pursue money.


    Fergus med it on Marshall’s greed. He thought Marshall solely wanted the championship.


    Otherwise, Marshall couldn’t have been deceived. Besides, Fergus never believed Catherine alone


    could lead Marshall’s team to beat the Altonian Team. Everyone knew how strong the Altonian Team


    was worldwide. Fergus believed they couldn’t win by depending only on Catherine. It was just their


    wishful thinking.


    Fergus executed the task smoothly, and Atticus promptly met his request. Fergus felt exhrated upon


    receiving the transfer notification on his phone. However, Atticus added a new request. He wanted


    Fergus to keep a close eye on Marshall’s team. He asked Fergus to report promptly and intervene if


    necessary.


    Reading this, Fergus wore a contemptuous smirk. To him, Atticus was a timid person whocked


    courage and acted in fear.


    Even Catherine, the strongest in Marshall’s team, fell into a trap. With the rest of the team, Fergus


    believed any random team could outss them.


    He found Atticus worrying about not securing the championship downrightughable.


    Nevertheless, considering Atticus’s generosity with money, Fergus decided to help inquire. He phoned


    one of his team members and asked about Eamon’s and the others’ situation. Though finding Fergus’s


    sudden call odd, the teammate brushed it off and assumed it was a school-rted concern, just like


    Fergus said.


    “Professor Lynch, Eamon, and the others are training as usual. It’s just that the junior student, Marlon,


    seems sick. He struggles with some illness, lying in the dorm, unwilling to move,” the teammate replied.


    Fergus immediately perked up and asked eagerly, “Have you visited him?”


    “We did. He’s truly ill and weak. For him, even standing up is a challenge, let alone the match.”


    Suppressing his excitement, Fergus made a few perfunctory remarks before hanging up. Once off the


    phone, he promptly informed Atticus.


    If even thest backup was out ofmission, Fergus was curious to see how Marshall would turn the


    tables this time.


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    In the hospital room, Catherine nced at the report while casually enjoying the fruits prepared by


    Branden. She feltfortable and content. However, her ease didn’t rub off on Marshall sitting beside


    her.


    Marshall felt upset now. He couldn’t emte Catherine’sposure. In her presence, he didn’t seem


    like a professor, feeling more like an inexperienced kid. Sometimes, he even felt ashamed of himself.


    “Catherine…” Marshall called out.


    Catherine paused. Then, she picked up a piece of fruit and offered it to him. ” Professor Hartley, have


    some fruit. It’ll cool you down.”


    Marshall took a bite and was surprised by how good the seemingly ordinary fruit tasted. It momentarily


    distracted him and almost made him forget what he wanted to ask Catherine.


    Before he could remember, Catherine already had news to share. She said, ” Professor Hartley, it’s


    settled.”


    Catherine had everything under control regarding Fergus’ situation. Everything was set for the match


    tomorrow. Once the match ended, all of this would be over, too.


    When someone else reported in that tone, Marshall would have been furious. But with Catherine, it was


    different..


    After Marshall heard Catherine’s response, his tense heart immediately eased. He understood


    Catherine’s character. If she said it was okay, then it was.


    “Well. I’m going back for a hot shower. I need to rest up. Keep going through the materials. I’m off.”


    Marshall waved as he left. Seeing his fondness for the fruit from earlier, Catherine instructed him to


    take some along.


    Branden arranged for these fruits to be delivered daily. Catherine couldn’t finish them all, so if Marshall


    liked them, he might as well take them. They were just fruits, nothing significant, and Marshall didn’t


    overthink it. He grabbed them as he was pleased with the taste.


    Back at the hotel, Marshall encountered some experts from the Agricultural Sciences Institute. They


    eyed the fruits he was carrying, which struck Marshall as odd. After all, the Agricultural Sciences


    Institute wasn’t keen on such things, yet today, they were curious about his fruits.


    After inquiring, Marshall learned these fruits were thetest varieties developed in Janikon, which were


    priced astonishingly high. Just the grapes he had devoured earlier were sold individually in Janikon,


    each costing more than one hundred dors.


    Understanding the situation, Marshall nearly bit his tongue in shock. Reflecting on his voracious


    consumption earlier, he realized it was equal to his entire month’s sry.


    Knowing the truth, Marshall couldn’t help but think inwardly, “Damn capitalists! Envy-inducing bunch,


    aren’t they?”