Chapter 201: Elder Hayes, someone wants to give you 500,000 to make you leave Professor Doyle

When Ellie Doyle tried to get a clearer view,

the figure had already disappeared.

Had she seen things just now?

In the hall, in a corner.

Anthony Stewart, who had failed to strike up a conversation with Ellie Doyle earlier, was holding a glass of red wine, his gaze fixed in Ellie's direction, "Dad, I saw the young Miss Johnson."

"What use is that when Miss Johnson clearly has no interest in you?" The middle-aged tycoon's face darkened as he downed his drink in one gulp and snorted coldly, "This time, not only did you fail to gain Miss Johnson's favor, but you also lost two million Euros. Truly bad luck at its worst."

Anthony swayed the red wine in his hand, and his expression suddenly became flippant and confident, "Dad, do you know there's a drug that makes a person madly fall in love with the first person they see under a hallucinogenic state?"

The middle-aged tycoon's face turned wary, "What are you trying to do? This is Johnson territory, don't mess around!"