Chapter 847


    “Has the poison…been removed?”


    “He wouldn’t be alive now if it hadn’t been removed.”


    Vicky bowed her head and whispered, “I didn’t poison him. I don’t really know what…happened, but he


    didn’t believe me…”


    No one would believe her, and up until this very moment, she had no idea what actually happened.


    “I believe you,” Old Mister Hart said.


    She gaped at him in disbelief. “Y—You do?”


    He smiled. “Apart from your birth and status, I do admire you, Ms. Shaw. You’re smart, decisive, and


    composed. You’re made for greatness. You’vee begging me for help for Tyler’s sake, so why


    would you turn and poison him?”


    Vicky stared at Old Mister Hart with a conflicted look, and for a man as sharp as Old Mister Hart, he


    instantly guessed what she was thinking.


    He lifted an eyebrow. “Why? Did you think that I called you here to break you and Tyler up?”


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    “Yes.”


    He chuckled. “I like how honest you are.”


    Old Mister Hart’s behavior hadpletely taken Vicky by surprise as she thought that he would


    threaten her. To her bewilderment, he was rather kind and gentle with her.


    As she lowered her head thoughtfully, Old Mister Hart took the opportunity to ask, “Ms. Shaw, did you


    really lose your memories?”


    Her heart raced, and she looked up abruptly at Old Mister Hart.


    There was a faint smile ying on his lips, but his gaze was as sharp as an eagle.


    She started to sweat, and that was when Magnus hurried over to whisper a few words into Old Mister


    Hart’s ear.


    Old Mister Hart lifted an eyebrow but did not seem surprised. “He sure is fast,” he said. “Let him in.


    None of you can stop him, anyway.”


    Magnus bowed respectfully before leaving.


    As soon as Magnus was gone, Old Mister Hart smiled at Vicky. “Tyler is here.”


    Vicky nced at her bracelet and realized that there was a tracker in it as the mysterious man imed.


    Otherwise, Tyler would have never been able to find her so quickly when the signal of her phone was


    blocked.


    “Since Tyler is here, I suppose…we’ll have to end our conversation here,” said Old Mister Hart. “I enjoy


    our conversations, Ms. Shaw. Please drop by to chat with this pitiful old man whenever you’re free.”


    Just then, they heard footsteps approaching, and when Vicky turned around, she saw a familiar


    towering figure storming toward them.


    Tyler’s expression was frosty, and his lips were tightly pursed as he approached them with an


    intimidating presence.