Chapter 200

A pound of asphode grass cost a hundred bucks, so Harold's offer of a hundred bucks per stalk was definitely more than it was worth. He didn't care about losing money. As long as he could save Mason, he was willing to pay even a thousand dollars a stalk. Caron snorted. "Who do you think you are? Do you think money's enough for this? These herbs are to be exported abroad, so you're not worthy of using them! Now, get the fuck out of my way, or I'm gonna get nasty!" Matthew had already lost his patience from waiting for so long. He got up from the tricycle and said, "Don't tell me you can't see that we need the asphode grass to save someone's life!" Caron scoffed. "What does that have to do with me? Even if there were an earthquake here and everyone was to die in it, it wouldn't have anything to do with me! Fuck off, or I'll make you pay the price!" Matthew suddenly slapped him, making him stagger backward as his head spun. He barely managed to catch himself before falling. He roa