Chapter 1421


    Ayful smirk lifted the corners of ric''s mouth, his eyes—sharp and mischievous with a hint of roguish charm—only rxed


    in front of Hertha.


    "What are you on about?" Hertha rolled her eyes, dismissing the unnecessary banter. "Who needs him to ept, anyway? | just


    need you to convince him to meet us once. Thssa said she''s willing to put up fifty million for Dr. Funke toe out of


    retirement and treat Lysander."Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    Dr. Funke was well versed in both traditional and modern medicine, and he might just be the miracle worker they needed for


    Lysander.


    Lysander was ric''s best mate, and after three years in aa, his condition weighed heavily on ric''s mind as well. If Dr.


    Funke could cure Lysander, nothing could be better.


    "You don''t need to meet him," ric said abruptly.


    “What do you mean? You won''t help us?" Hertha''s temper red, and she was moments away from throwing a punch at ric.


    "No. I''ll convince Dr. Funke to treat Lysander myself,” ric quickly rified.


    Hertha''s clenched fist rxed, and she managed a smile at ric. "Try talking to him first, but if he''s not willing, we''ll still need


    you to introduce us."


    She was grateful for her quick reflexes. Otherwise, ric might''ve taken a fist to the face.


    ric caught her smiling eyes, which seemed to sparkle even more with her deliberate grin, like phosphorescence dancing


    across ake and into his heart.


    Caught off guard, ric felt a flutter and leaned in closer. "If it works out, what''s in it for me?"


    As he leaned in, the faint scent of mint and tobo from his shirt enveloped her, sending her pulse racing. His devilishly


    handsome face was now just inches from hers, the allure almost too much to resist, making her breath uneven.


    Hertha took a step back, her eyes wide with surprise. "ric, you''re the vice president of the Falconer Group. Isn''t it beneath you


    to ask for favors from amoner?"


    Seeing her nervous reaction, ric straightened up and teased, "Scared | might ask for money?"


    "What kind of favor are you talking about?" Hertha asked, trying to regainposure.


    “Let''s say you reward me with a ride to send you home," ric suggested nonchntly.


    Aride home?


    rm bells rang in Hertha''s head. Thest thing she wanted was for ric to discover where she lived and stumble upon her


    secrets.


    "No need, I''ll treat you to dinner some other time. It''s gettingte, | should go," Hertha quickly excused herself and hurried off.


    She had taken the day off work and


    drove straight home, her mind filled,


    with thoughts of theytwbaitle- ?


    chBIUBS Wéiting for her. Every fear


    and panic melted away at the


    prospect of seeing her kids. Please


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    Ever since bing a mother,


    Hertha understood Thssa’s Oxst!


    Ci ign￠-and faelngSal the more.


    r children were her world and her


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    Hertha pulled up to the Gulfstream Community, got out of the car, and saw Bridget watching over the kids at the yground''s


    slide.


    She was about to join them when a familiar male voice sounded from behind. "Hertha, so this is where you live."


    The voice was unmistakably ric''s, and it instantly tensed Hertha''s nerves.


    Panicked, she turned around to see


    ric standing there with thet O11


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    always, looking straight at her. Please


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    Dread filled her. Her children were right there by the slide. If they saw her and called her ''Mommy,'' ric would undoubtedly


    hear!