Chapter 702
<b>and </b>Dale <b>were </b>bound as one<b>, </b><b>and </b>separating wouldn’t be easy. Ratherine had to endure for e of the Santos family. However, this didn’t mean she would continue to tolerate everything wahout en <b>If </b><b>Dale </b>made any further missteps<b>, </b><b>she </b>wouldn’t tolerate it. At worst, she would
<b>ice </b>everything, personally apologize <b>to </b>her brother<b>, </b>and assist the Santos Group <b>in </b>rising to prominence through her own means.
At <b>this </b>moment<b>, </b>Katherine looked at Valerie, who <b>was </b><b>growing </b>drowsy<b>, </b>and gently patted her. “You should <b>get </b>some rest. I <b>can </b>keep an <b>eye </b><b>on </b>the <b>baby </b>
As a mother<b>, </b><b>she </b>needed her rest. <b>She </b><by </b>down and <b>fell </b>asleep almost <b>instantly</b><b>, </b><b>trusting </b>that with Katherine beside her<b>, </b>she <b>had </b>nothing to <b>worry </b><b>about</b>.
Katherine watched the baby, <b>increasingly </b>charmed <b>by </b><b>the </b>sight. The baby <b>was </b>indeed adorable<b>, </b><b>a </b>perfect reflection <b>of </b>Valerie. <b>Her </b><b>focus </b><b>was </b>entirely on the <b>baby</b><b>, </b>and she didn’t notice <b>a </b>figure in <b>a </b>white coat silently entering the room behind her. By the time she heard the footsteps and turned around<b>, </b>a handkerchief <b>was </b>pressed over her mouth<b>, </b>and she <b>lost </b><b>consciousness</b>.
The <b>man </b>in the white coat<b>, </b>confirming that Katherine <b>was </b>unconscious<b>, </b>immediately wheeled <b>over </b>a cab trolley filled with medicines. He opened the cab at the bottom, <b>just </b>the right <b>size </b>to fit a person, and ced Katherine inside before locking the door. After securing everything, he sighed with relief<b>, </b>nced at Valerie on the bed<b>, </b>and quietly left the room.
A bodyguard stationed by the door saw him and immediately stopped him. “What <b>are </b>you doing? I’ve never seen you before<b>.</b><b>” </b>
The man in the white coat was startled, his nerves on edge<b>. </b>He cleared his throat and said, “I’m here to check on the baby and <b>see </b>the mother’s condition<b>.</b><b>” </b>
The bodyguard looked at the trolley filled with medicines, and the man was instantly terrified, afraid that he could <b>see </b>through him. At that moment, a loud thud came from the cab.
The bodyguard eyed him suspiciously. “What’s that noise<b>?</b>”
“Oh, that <b>was </b>me. I identally kicked the cupboard,” the man said, kicking the cab to assure the bodyguard.
The bodyguard, satisfied, waved him off. “Alright, you can go.”
The man hurriedly pushed the cart away, his nervousness causing him to fumble with it. The cart seemed to resist his efforts<b>, </b>and the bodyguard helped him. “I didn’t realize this trolley <b>was </b><b>so </b>heavy!”
The man in the white coat nodded repeatedly, sweating profusely. He didn’t dare to <b>say </b>anything and quickly pushed the cart away. Content ? N?velDrama.Org.
“Who would have thought that a trolley filled with medicines could be <b>so </b>heavy? This job is certainly not for just anyone! I guess we have it easy. Just keep an eye on the baby and Mrs. Grant
and we don’t need to worry about anything else,” the bodyguard remarked.
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Meanwhide, at a factory on the outskirts of town, Maliah and Dale <b>were </b>anxiously waiting. Dale asket. Are you ser erything will go smoothly! If anything goes wrong, both of us could end up
As an aimed actor, if exposed, <b>his </b>career would be in jeopardy, and he could face imprisonment. Though the Santos family’s influence might not match the Anderson family’s, Valerie was another matter. She <b>had </b>the power <b>to </b><b>crush </b>him effortlessly <b>if </b>she chose to. Dale was <b>a </b>little afraid<b>. </b>
Mahah reassured him, “Don’t <b>worry</b><b>, </b>I’ve <b>got </b><b>this </b>covered. Besides, I’ve sent a professional this time, and it will be done discreetly and efficiently<b>. </b>When the deed is done<b>, </b>don’t forget about me!”
The Anderson family had connections both within and outside thew. Maliah had sent capable subordinates to <b>ensure </b>everything went smoothly.
However, this also meant that Dale could <b>have </b>a <b>taste </b>of Katherine earlier than expected. ‘I heard this girl <b>is </b>quite conservative. I’m curious how it would all y out<b>, </b>she wondered, smirking as she imagined the scene.
Dale pinched her chin yfully. “How could I forget you, my little beauty? Once I’ve taken Katherine down, I’ll secure my position in the Santos family, and our issues will be settled. By then, no one will be able to control us<b>. </b>I’ll be engaged to Katherine regardless of her objections. If she resists, <b>I </b>won’t mind making her the center of public attention. Given how her parents are, they’ll push her without me needing to step in.”
Dale smiled sinisterly, convinced that he had Katherine in his grasp. Having been in the industry for so long, he had mastered the art of humiliation. Moreover, Katherine was a well–bred girl from a rich family. She would be <b>easy </b>for him to deal with. Dale rubbed his chin in anticipation.
Maliah chuckled and patted him. “Do you want me to do a livestream of itter? Let everyone see how the good girl from the Santos family behaves<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Naughty!” Dale pinched her chin. “Don’t push her too hard. What if she kills herself? She and I are just putting on a show. Just take a video.”
“Then don’t be too gentle,” Maliah teased. She loved Dale’s good looks and how he was clinging to her. Especially his eagerness to please made it almost impossible for her to resist. This bootlicker waspletely hers and could only submit to her.
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