Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 354: Trying Every Means to Return to the Country

Chapter 354: Chapter 354: Trying Every Means to Return to the Country

Henry Summers sat on the couch for a while before getting up and taking out a mobile phone that he had kept hidden for a long time.

Fearing debt collectors, he and Grace Summers turned off their phones, and they hadn’t turned them back on for two years.

But now they were at the end of their rope and couldn’t stay here any longer. Even if they wanted to return to their homeland, they probably couldn’t scrape together enough for a plane ticket.

He had to think of a solution; those people would find them sooner or later.

Grace Summers looked at him, puzzled, not knowing what he was planning to do.

Soon, she noticed the sudden change in Henry Summer’s face, "Dad, what’s happened?"

Henry Summers didn’t answer and just handed her the phone.

"What? Lucas Shaw has come back?"

Two years ago, news of Lucas Shaw’s death at sea had made the headlines in Corland, causing quite a stir.

Lucas Shaw was young and successful, and Shaw Group’s products were also very popular in Corland, so many people knew who he was and even saw him as a heartthrob.

So when Grace Summers saw that news, she felt a sense of schadenfreude for a while.

Fate wasn’t always kind to Serena Summers; until the last moment, it wasn’t certain who would lose and who would win.

Wasn’t Lucas Shaw already dead?

Why would he suddenly come back?

Countless questions swirled in Grace Summers’ mind, refusing to dissipate.

After a long silence, Henry Summers suddenly stood up from the couch, his face filled with anger and hatred.

"Why? Why do they get to live so happily?"

"Dad, I want to go back to our country," Grace Summers said with a venomous look in her eyes.

Henry Summers fell into deep thought with downcast eyes for a long while, then suddenly had an epiphany, "I know who can help us."

When Summers Group went bankrupt two years ago, the shareholders somehow learned about him transferring the money and reported it to the police.

So when he brought Grace Summers to Corland, it wasn’t on a normal flight; they had smuggled themselves in.

This was also why they had been struggling to even survive here.

If they wanted to return home, aside from smuggling themselves again, they would have to get a license, but those who can make licenses... must be powerful and influential.

Henry Summers happened to know such a person.

He flicked through the contacts on his mobile phone and called a number.

Soon, the person on the other end picked up, and Henry Summers breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

This phone number was saved many years ago; he had no hopes it would work, but to his surprise, he got through.

After picking up the call, the person on the other end didn’t speak.

Henry Summers said eagerly: "Brother Kyle, do you remember me? We met twenty-one years ago."

The person on the other end suddenly spoke, his tone cold, "Who are you?"

"Brother Kyle, I have something very important to discuss with you. Can we meet?"

"Don’t waste my time," Kyle said, clearly impatient.

Henry Summers felt his heart jump and hurriedly said: "Wait, don’t hang up. Twenty-one years ago, in the southwestern mountain region, the lab."

Upon hearing these words, Kyle on the phone fell silent for a moment.

"Where are you now?"

Henry Summers felt a surge of joy and quickly gave Kyle his address.

Before hanging up the phone, he made a point to say: "I have something very important to discuss with you. This matter is of great significance, and of course, even if you want to silence me, I will have already set up an email in advance. If anything happens to me, that email will surely be sent back to our country."

Kyle scoffed, "Wait there, I’ll send someone to pick you up soon."

In Corland, a warehouse in some suburban area.

Mason Parker looked at the research data report that had just come out and furiously threw the document at his subordinate’s face.

"I’ve waited so long, given you the best resources, and this is what you give me?"

Standing in front of Mason Parker was a man in a white lab coat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The man had gray hair and was about the same age as Mason Parker, and he was now hanging his head, his face full of embarrassment.

Upon hearing Mason Parker’s criticism and reproach, the man spoke in a low voice, "I’ve said it before, everything in Adrian Holt’s blood is normal, there is nothing that could be used as an antidote, and a thousand times of research would yield the same result."

He had been researching Adrian Holt’s blood for the past two years.

But in the end, he discovered nothing.

He couldn’t help but doubt, was there really something they needed in Adrian Holt’s blood?

Why couldn’t he sense anything at all?

Mason Parker sneered and slammed the table, "If there really was no effect, he would never have mentioned it. Don’t blame others for your own incompetence."

At that moment, the laboratory door was suddenly pushed open from outside, and a man in a black suit with a stern face walked in.

Mason Parker’s anger subsided somewhat as he said to the man in front of him, "Get the hell out, if you fail again, pack up and leave!"

The man picked up the documents scattered on the floor and turned to leave the laboratory.

After he left, Mason Parker then turned to the newly arrived man, "What happened?"

Kyle approached him and said, "Professor, someone called today, mentioning the incident at the Southwest Corland laboratory twenty-one years ago."

"Who is the caller? Have you checked?" Mason Parker’s heart instantly sounded an alarm, his face as dark as ink.

Kyle replied, "I’ve checked. The person’s name is Henry Summers, Serena Summers’s biological father."

Mason Parker raised his eyes in surprise, "What? How could Henry Summers have your contact information?"

Kyle shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know.

He had two cell phones, one for personal use in daily life and the other for handling some grey-area matters.

Henry Summers’s call came through the second phone.

This was the most puzzling part for him.

Moreover, he had changed several phones over the years, but the phone number had always remained the same.

Professor Parker pondered for a moment, then instructed in a low voice, "Go meet him, probe his intentions, and see what he really wants to do."

"Alright, I’ll go arrange it right now."

More than an hour later, Henry Summers and Grace Summers were picked up by a black business car and taken to a private club.

Ever since boarding the car, Grace Summers had been feeling uneasy.

She followed closely behind Henry Summers, walking hurriedly into the club.

Once inside the club, a man in black clothing and wearing sunglasses came out to greet them.

"Mr. Summers, Miss Summers, come with me." His tone was so cold it lacked any warmth.

Henry Summers changed into a new set of clothes, but all his money had gone to gambling, and he couldn’t find a single decent outfit.

Now standing in the club’s hall, he felt completely out of place.

As they entered a private room of the club, Henry Summers and Grace Summers saw a man with a cold and powerful presence sitting there.

"Mr. Summers, Miss Summers."

"Brother Kyle, hello, hello," greeted Henry Summers with eager warmth, a sycophantic smile on his face.

Kyle glanced impassively at the hand he extended and did not reciprocate.

"Speak up. What did you mean by what you said on the phone?"

Henry Summers sheepishly withdrew his hand, his heart pounding with fear, but still managed to put on a brave front.

"I want to see your superior."

Kyle snorted, "Whatever you have to say to me will suffice. If you’re unwilling to speak, then there’s no need for me to waste my time here."

With that, he stood up from the sofa, ready to leave.

A panic struck Henry Summers’s heart, "Wait a minute, I’ll talk! Brother Kyle, you probably don’t remember me, right? Twenty-one years ago, we made a transaction."