Chapter 978 - Can You Really Help Me See the Person I Want to See?

Chapter 978: Can You Really Help Me See the Person I Want to See?

Lightning had lost its partner, so it was naturally depressed.
Mr. Oster’s heart ached terribly. He patted Lightning. “My wife Jane passed away and Snow White also went with her mistress. But I’m your master, and Jane would want me to continue my life. You have to stand by me.”
Lightning whinnied and rubbed its head affectionately against him. Finally, it was willing to eat some carrots.
“Take Lightning over to have more food,” Oster instructed as he watched the staff bring Lightning away.
Greg saw the sadness in Mr. Oster’s face and was afraid that he would return to the state he had been in for the past three months.
After Mrs. Oster passed away, Mr. Oster almost broke down. It was only after watching the video that she had specially recorded for him a few days ago and hearing her say that she hoped that he would continue living a good life, that he finally pulled himself together.
“Sir, if you’re not feeling well, why don’t you cancel your meeting with Mr. Quan Jingzhou tonight?” Greg was worried about his health.
Mr. Oster rubbed his red eyes and sighed. “Jane wants me to continue living my life. And to do so, I have to carry on with my work. Find me a room. I need to rest.”
Greg had no choice but to prepare a room for Mr. Oster to rest.
After Mr. Oster entered the room, he sat down on the leather sofa tiredly.
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He asked the others to get out. Mr. Oster propped his head on one hand, his mind filled with images of his beloved wife’s weakened state before she passed away.
His wife had been sick for a long time. He couldn’t seem to remember what she was like when they first met.
Mr. Oster fell into his own world until there was a knock on the door.
“Sir, I’m here to deliver flowers.” A little girl’s clear and pleasant voice rang out.
Mr. Oster wanted to refuse, but he detected the fragrance of white roses.
It was his wife Jane’s favorite flower.
Mr. Oster got up and walked to the door, opening it.
A sweet-looking girl was standing outside in a white dress, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Chi Jiao examined Mr. Oster’s face and saw fatigue and sorrow in his eyes.
“Sir, do this survey and you can get a bouquet of roses in return.” Chi Jiao waved the bag in her other hand. “This is a new game released by our studio. It can let you see the person you most want to see. Sir, you can give it a try. As long as you clear the game level, this bouquet of flowers will be yours.”
Mr. Oster frowned, wanting to refuse.
But when he looked at Chi Jiao, for some reason, he thought of his wife.
“Can it really let me see the person I most want to see?” Mr. Oster looked at her doubtfully.
In his opinion, this was just a scam.
“Why don’t you try it out and see for yourself?” Quan Jue approached.
Mr. Oster also turned to look at him.
Quan Jue was dressed in a dark gray suit and had an oppressive aura. Like Chi Jiao, he was so dazzling that no one could look at him directly.
As depressed as Mr. Oster was now, he was a smart man and could tell the two of them were up to something.
“Such a marketing method is so outdated.” Mr. Oster sneered. “I don’t know how you found out about my whereabouts, but I’m not interested in collaborating with people like you. Please leave.”
“What if I can really let you see your deceased wife?” Quan Jue asked.