"That bitch spilled all my brother’s secrets, and now the police have tead up with international forces to capture him." Wendy Linden’s cheerful voice ca from the phone.
"Well, that’s good. Congratulations." Sumr Shawcross also breathed a sigh of relief.
Her countless black marks from childhood were finally safe!
Now that the Lin family issue was resolved, the woman who knew many of her childhood embarrassnts shouldn’t threaten her again!
As Sumr Shawcross spoke, Sean Morgan had already walked over with a dical kit. Seeing this, she instinctively wanted to find an excuse to hang up, but Wendy’s puzzled voice ca from the phone once more.
"You know, for the past few days I’ve been observing the sky at night but can’t see anything. Am I really that dumb?"
Sumr’s lip twitched slightly. It seed Wendy was now completely convinced that she was so kind of fortune teller.
"Probably, so you should just give up." She pursed her lips and replied dismissively.
She didn’t want Wendy pestering her every day, asking her to teach fortune-telling!
"Alright, if that’s the case, there’s nothing I can do. Sumr Shawcross, can you help read my fortune again?"
"No!" Here we go again, Sumr was speechless. Just as she was about to end the call, Wendy’s worried voice arose again.
"I’m begging you, can you help see when I’ll find true love?"
Sumr paused, her face showing a hint of awkwardness. Was she really expecting a love prediction from her? She truly thought she was a fortune teller?
"Uh... maybe... next month." She hesitated for a mont before continuing.
"Really, Sumr Shawcross, I knew your prediction would be accurate!" Wendy’s ecstatic voice ca from the phone.
Sumr shook her head helplessly and ended the call.
"Madam, here’s the dical kit." Sean Morgan handed the kit to her as he approached.
Sumr nodded and took the kit.
"Right, about Noah Drexler’s chain..." She rembered the wound on Noah’s hand and couldn’t help but think of the iron chain locked on his hand.
"The boss locked it himself." Sean paused for a mont before answering.
As he ntioned this, his face bore a hint of helplessness.
The virus relapse was fierce, and the boss almost couldn’t control it, so he could only use an iron chain to restrain himself.
Hearing this, Sumr fell silent. She had guessed it.
But thinking about how he treated his body like it was made of iron, her heart felt a bit sour.
"Where’s the key..."
Hearing Sumr’s question, Sean realized and quickly fished out a small bronze key from his suit pocket, handing it over to Sumr, while softly reminding her.
"But the boss said not to open it."
"I’ll handle it." Sumr accepted the key, smiled at Sean, then turned with the dical kit and headed upstairs.
When she returned to the bedroom, the dim space was still and quiet, with only Noah Drexler’s steady breathing audible.
Seeing this, she sighed in relief, gently closed the door, and sat carefully beside him with the dical kit.
She picked up her phone, turned on the screen, and under its faint light, began to check the wounds on his wrist.
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