Chapter hundred fifty

As he got into his car, he stared at the box for a while, and sighed.

Then he drove off to a place which was a little far from Steve Wilson’s company, and parked his car just until he was done.

He opened the box, and to his surprise, it was the hand of a little child. He could have almost thrown the box away, but he had to be calm so he wouldn’t make it known that he had touched the box.

“What the hell!” He voiced out, still in shock.

Then he brought out his phone, and took a photo of the box, then covered it up back, and placed it on the seat beside him, and took a deep breath before he started the car, drove off.

Steve Wilson had sent him a text of the address he was to take it to, so all he had to do was to drive off to the person’s home.

In about thirty minutes, he got to the mansion, and got down from the car with the box in his hand.

He walked up to the gate, and the security guards turned to look at him, and stared at the box before they stared at him back.

“I’m from Steve Wils