Chapter 385 Private Jet

• “Holy hell, Dominic, what kind of treasure is that?” Mr. Garrett asked, stunned. In his world, nothing like this existed—a wine gourd blocking a full-force strike from a late-stage trained fighter? No way.
• “Don’t worry about what it is. Just tell me if you can keep it absolutely secret,” Dominic said evenly. He knew the saying: carrying a gem invites trouble. If word got out, those recluse families would start drooling.
• “Dominic, seriously? You don’t trust me?” Mr. Garrett snorted.