Chapter 73


    Chapter 73 Saying Goodbye to Moore


    As I stared at Doctor Miller’s pitiful state, for a fleeting moment, I wanted to throttle him. He destroyed a


    life for just two hundred thousand.


    He was absolutely vile.


    Battling the rage welling up inside me, I took a calming breath and asked, “Was the person supposed


    to pick you up someone arranged by Bt?”


    Given the suddenness of the incident, it was unlikely he could find his contact unless someone had set


    it up beforehand.


    He nodded. “I rang him up, and he told me to grab the money and bolt.”


    “Do you have his contact details?” I approached him, a glimmer of hope sparking in my eyes. If I could


    track down Bt through Doctor Miller, it would be a small victory.


    “I tried his number. It’s already disconnected,” Maxwell chimed in. “Bt is pretty vignt, he ditched


    his phone as soon as he sensed trouble.”


    I pressed my l*ps together, a bitter taste spreading in my mouth. I turned to Doctor Miller. Where was


    thest ce you got in touch with Bt?”


    Doctor Miller just shook his head, clueless when questioned.


    ”


    After all this fuss, I ended up with no information at all. I could not help but feel disheartened.


    It was clear we were not going to get any more information. I turned to Maxwell and said, Let’s turn him


    over to the police.”


    Maxwell nodded, pulling out his phone to dial the number, while Idris, who had been quiet studied the


    hospital for a moment. I could not tell what he had spotted, but his dark eyes narrowed in thought.


    He took the small knife from Maxwell, walked over to Doctor Miller, and crouched down in front of him,


    an eyebrow arched with challenge. “Are you going to spill, or do I need to persuade you?”


    With that, he swiftly dragged the knife’s tip across the back of Doctor Miller’s hand. Doctor Miller yelped


    in pain, trying to pull his hand back, but Idris pinned his wrist down with a foot. The quiet space was


    suddenly filled with Doctor Miller’s agonized screams.


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    “You’remitting murder! This is illegal… Ahhhh!” As Doctor Miller’s screams echoed, Idris drove the


    knife deeper.


    He toyed with the knife, admiring the bright red blood staining Doctor Miller’s hand. His voice was


    casual, his expression indifferent. “If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. I can still exin to the police


    after I’ve crippled your hand.” He prepared to apply more force.


    Seeing Idris ready to strike again, Doctor Miller cried out in terror, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk! I know where Bi


    is. He’s at a casino in Macamer. He mentioned it when he called me earlier. He said he was enjoying


    himself there.” After he finished, he pleaded through his pain, “I’ve told you everything I know. Please,


    let me go!”


    Once he’d spilt everything, Idris pulled out the knife and tossed it back to Maxwell. He nced


    I nodded. Of course I had heard it. I was not deaf.


    He arched an eyebrow, said nothing more, and looked at Maxwell. “Hand him over to the police. We’ve


    got stuff to do. Let’s get out of here.”


    Before Maxwell had a chance to utter a word, Idris had already yanked me out of the factory. I put up a


    fight, but the disparity in strength between us was too great. Despite my resistance, I found myself


    being hauled into his car. Idris was the type who never bothered to ask for others opinions. As I sat in


    the car, a wave of annoyance washed over me, and I decided to stay silent for the entire journey.


    As we drove into the city, I noticed we were not heading toward the Scotts. I frowned. “Could you pull


    over, please?”


    He did not even acknowledge me, let alone look my way. Instead, he steered the car straight to the


    hospital. Confused, asked, “Why are we at the hospital?” He didn’t respond, just pulled me out of the


    car and led me to the surgical department.


    It was not until we were in the doctor’s office that I realized he had brought me here to treat the wound


    on my leg. It was not severe! After the doctor cleaned the blood, he looked at the scab that had already


    started to form. He seemed a bit taken aback but bandaged me up anyway, reminding me to keep the


    wound dry and to avoid spicy food.


    By the time we left the hospital, night had fallen. I was about to hail a taxi back to the Scotts when Idris


    stopped me. Knowing I could not outmuscle him, I did not put up much resistance. After all, a free ride


    was a free ride. As I climbed into the car, my mind was buzzing with thoughts about Bt. Doctor


    Miller had said he had gone to a casino in Macamer. That was going to be a tough situation to handle,


    considering Macamer was a special administrative region and it would not be easy for the police to


    make an arrest there.


    Perhaps it was the stress of the past few days, but I soon fell asleep in Idris’s car. When I woke up, I


    found myself in a bedroom at Clearwater Residence. The room was empty, and my stomach was


    growling from hunger. I got up to find some food. As I was leaving the bedroom, I heard a sound from


    the study. I paused, then moved closer to see that it was Idris on the phone.


    The person on the other end of the line was likely exining something. He stood there, one hand


    casually tucked in his pocket, his voice stern. “Once everything is set up in France, send them over. I’ll


    handle things with Grandma.”


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