Chapter 468

Before I could respond, I heard another bout of restrained coughing from the phone. Then, I heard Bruce say, "Collaboration isn't out of the question, but I need you to do something for me." I immediately perked up and said, "Please go ahead, Mr. Harold." "That carrot juice… your…" Bruce's voice kept breaking off. "I need some of that." "Carrot juice?" "To soothe my cough," he replied as he coughed lightly. "The kind you made last winter." I immediately understood. I remembered the recipe, but I wasn't sure if any restaurant could deliver it fresh. "If I could buy it, would I need to ask you?" Bruce sounded irritated. "I want it freshly made." He was really putting me in a difficult position. Given our current situation, meeting him in person was risky, as it might attract unwanted media attention. If the reporters saw us together, it was impossible to defend ourselves even if we had good reasons for meeting up. Sensing my hesitation, Bruce said impatiently, "What? Is it too