The high-priced goods indeed had an impressive potency, with a taste that seemed to carry one to the heavens, like a magic potion of divine quality.
But the price was also incredibly steep, so he was reluctant to smoke them. Since purchasing them, he had only smoked two.
Yet he had never expected...
His "magic potion" had become his son's death warrant.
Joshua Davis fell to the ground, weeping bitterly.
...
Outside the company, the onlooking crowd was scattered across different layers, mostly employees from other companies on the same floor.
Among them was a tall and handsome man with deep and profound eyes focused on Purple Summers's face.
Gavin Graves was feeling somewhat ambivalent.
His way of doing things was meticulous, favoring subtlety over overt actions. Even in pursuing a woman, he paid great attention to timing.