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If Noe were to marry Belinda’s good–for–nothing nephew, it would be a win–win for both the
Fullers and the Lamberts. The Fullers would save a bundle on the wedding gift, while the Lamberts
would tighten their grip on Noe.
Vincent’s mind was awash with images of Noe surrounded by a revolving door of dashing young
men, all of whom he was certain she had lured in on her own. Even if the method wasn’t exactly
above board, once they were in Vincent’s reach, they were connections for the Lambert family!
The more Belinda thought about it, the more it made perfect sense. “Honey, think about it. Noe’s
just a caregiver right now, Marrying her off to my nephew Ellsworth Fuller would be a decent match.
We’re already looking out for her best interests! Besides, Ellsworth’s had a crush on Noe since
they were kids. It’s fate, and us ying matchmaker is just helping fate along. Given her job, she
must know plenty of doctors from the Schnabel family. Your illness might just find its cure.”
Vincent wasn’t too bothered about being locked up; he figured a bit of cash would smooth things
over and he’d be out in no time. Right now, his illness was the real pressing issue!
The thought of his condition made him feel sick to his stomach, as if the cancer was spreading right
before his eyes.
“You’re right. We have to make this happen. Even if Noe herself isn’t willing, she doesn’t get a
say! We have supported her for years; it’s time for her to pay us back!”
The Rosenbergs couldn’t help but roll their eyes at Vincent’s hasty decision about his former
daughter’s future.
Zachary scoffed, “She doesn’t even give you the’time of day. Besides, you might want to focus on
getting out first!”
He was still in the police station, after all!
Ellsworth Fuller was nothing but azy troublemaker. How could they even think of scheming
against Noe?
Linsey couldn’t bear to listen anymore! She nced at her son and raised her voice, “Son, you and
Noe grew up together. Why don’t you get in touch from time to time? If she truly has connections
to good doctors, our door isn’t closed to her.”
Milford, thinking of Noe’s pure and lovely face, swallowed hard and agreed.
Vincent panicked. “What do you mean by that? Briony is the one betrothed to Milford! Noe’s
meant to marry the Fuller boy. Don’t get any funny ideas!”
Linsey’s eyes practically rolled back in her head.
Vincent was already sure Noe would agree to marry Ellsworth? His brains might as well be in a
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10:16
On the outskirts of Linefort City, Yvonne wrapped herself up tight and put on a mask as she stepped
into a fast–food joint.
Disdainfully eyeing the burger and fried chicken in front of her, she impatiently demanded, “Where’s
my order?”
The middle–aged man across from her, with a sinister scar under his eye, didn’t bother with
pleasantries.
He rubbed two greasy fingers together. “No money, no goods.”
Yvonne frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean? Am I not good for the money?”
She had blown through all the cash she’d secretly transferred from Ashlyn’s ount and now
couldn’t afford the high–grade Nourishment Pill she needed.
The man finished his meal and looked up at Yvonne. “Spill it. What did you mean on the phone?”
Yvonne nced around and whispered, “I need to know if anyone else around here is selling
Nourishment Pills.”
The man’s expression changed. “You are looking for a new dealer?”
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“No, we’ve been partners for years. Why would I go to someone else?”
But she suspected that Noe did something to have the Schnabels and Palmer wrapped around
her finger so quickly. It could be that she was doling out Nourishment Pills to the Schnabels too!
Otherwise, how else could she, after years of dedication, be outshone by a wild girl who’d only been
back a few months?
The Schnabels‘ indulgence and affection for Noe was a thorn in Yvonne’s side!
“I can’t tell you that. Anything else? I need to go.”
Desperate, Yvonne blurted, “I want to hire some hitmen. Know any good ways to find them?”
The man’s gaze turned peculiar as he sized her up. “Try the deep web. Cash talks, and there’s
plenty willing to take the job.”
Right, the deep web! She’d only had a glimpse before and hadn’t fully understood it.
He sneered, “nning a hit?”
Yvonne shrank back from his gaze. “Just give me the goods!”
“The cash first!”
Yvonne clenched her teeth. She’d dealt with this man so many times; couldn’t he let her have a tab
just once?
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“I’m short right now. Give me the stuff, and I’ll wire you the money pronto,”
“No deal. You’re asking for the top–shelf stuff this time no money, no pill.”
Yvonne’s request was for the purest Nourishment Pills, potent enough to turn someone into a fool it
mishandled.
It it weren’t for the Schnabels pushing her to the edge, she wouldn’t have to resort to such
desperate measures,
Yvonne knew the man she was dealing with was as sly as a fox. He wouldn’t spill the beans without
seeing some green first.
So, she had no choice but to dip into her own little stash of cash.
That money was her secret savings, amassed over the years by pulling the wool over Ashlyn’s
eves.
Did anyone really think she liked ying the humble servant in front of Ashlyn? She’d been working
her tail off to be epted as the real Ms. Schnabel of the Schnabel family, dreaming of the day
they’d truly take her in.
But now, they only had eyes for that country bumpkin!
Just thinking about how Ulrich had warned her off because of that hayseed made Yvonne’s
blood boil.
“I’ll give you the dough, now hand over the goods!”
“If you’d just said so from the get–go, we could’ve avoided this song and dance. I run a tight ship
here, no tabs.”
Five minutester, Yvonne clutched a small box,and hurried out of the diner.
Half an hour passed before the middle–aged man sauntered out, looking casual as anything.
Ulrich lowered the binocrs. “You tall Yvonne. I’ll follow this guy. We split up.”
Annie, while deftly slipping on gloves and a mask, asked, “Is this because you’re worried you might
go easy on Ms. Yvonne, Dr. Schnabel?”
Ulrich shrugged. “No. I just don’t think you can handle that guy.”
Annie was speechless, giving Ulrich a probing look.
After all, she was a killer of some renown in the depths of the deep web, ranked within the Abyssal
Organization. And here was Ulrich, doubting her!
Probably, Ulrich had his reasons, thinking the man with the Nourishment Pill was the bigger threat,
backed by a more significant organization.
As she opened the car door to head to another vehicle, she said with a poised smile, “Well, thank
you for your concern, Dr. Schnabel.”
10:16
The cars headed off in different directions, disappearing into the woods.
Ulrich watched the middle–aged man’s retreating figure, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
He was sure he’d seen that guy somewhere before!
Meanwhile, at Fortress Hospital, Thorpe stood vigil by his brother’s bedside, anxiously waiting for
him to wake up.
Noe, in her whiteb coat with a mask obscuring most of her face, had a pair of eyes that
shimmered with emotion, the only part of her the world could see.
“When will he wake up?” Thorpe asked.
Noe replied coolly, “Severe brain injury. If he wakes up within a week, he’s lucky. Just wait.”
Thorpe wasn’t surprised; he knew his brother Hollis’s condition better than anyone. He had
devoured most medical papers on brain injuries, all to help his brother recover.
“When my brother wakes up, I’ll give you the information you want.”
“What do you mean? You don’t have the person with you?”
Thorpe nodded, his gaze never leaving Hollis. “No, but I know where they are. And I’m the only one
who does!”