Sumr Shawcross was taken aback, not expecting the eting to end so quickly. After coming to her senses, she hurriedly turned around to catch up with Noah Drexler.
...
Not until evening did Noah Drexler, busy all day, return to The Hillside Villa.
Sumr Shawcross had accompanied him to work all day and was already exhausted. As soon as she got out of the car, she headed towards the villa, planning to go upstairs and rest for a while.
"Sir, the doctor has been waiting for quite so ti." As soon as they walked in, a servant inford Noah Drexler.
"The doctor?"
Sumr Shawcross was a bit puzzled. What was the doctor here for?
While she was still confused, a middle-aged woman with short hair, carrying a dical kit, walked over and smiled at Sumr Shawcross.
"Mrs. Drexler, I’m here to help you treat your wound."
Hearing this, Sumr Shawcross rembered the injury on her neck. But hadn’t Noah Drexler already taken care of it?
"It’s just a minor injury and has already been treated; it should be fine."
"Even minor injuries need treatnt, or scars might remain," the female doctor patiently replied, "Please co and sit down, let check your injury."
Upon hearing the doctor’s ntion of scarring, Sumr Shawcross cooperatively walked over and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
The female doctor set down the dical kit, took off the scarf around Sumr Shawcross’s neck, examined the wound, and the first thing she did was take a swab to collect the fresh blood from the wound, placing it into a transparent tube and sealing it.
Seeing this, Sumr Shawcross was a bit startled, and just as she was about to ask what the doctor was doing, the doctor’s voice interrupted her.
"Fortunately, the wound isn’t deep; if treated well, it shouldn’t leave a mark. Please don’t move; I’ll be done soon."
Hearing this, Sumr Shawcross obediently sat in the chair, allowing the doctor to treat her wound.
Elsewhere.
Noah Drexler stood not far away, watching as the doctor treated Sumr Shawcross’s injury.
His handso face was filled with a complex expression at the mont.
"Boss, do you really suspect..." Sean Morgan couldn’t help but whisper.
Noah Drexler remained silent, his expression solemn as he looked in Sumr Shawcross’s direction.
Seeing this, Sean Morgan sighed, a conflicted expression appearing on his face.
"If it’s really as you suspect, then what should we do... after all, Sean Shawcross is her brother."
The boss and Mrs. Drexler’s relationship had just started to normalize, but if it were ruined again because of Sean Shawcross...
After Sean Morgan finished speaking, Noah Drexler’s eyes grew even colder.
He moved his thin lips, his voice chillingly cold, devoid of any warmth!
"Eliminate him!"
No matter who it was, as long as they hard her, he wouldn’t let them go!
After he spoke, Sean Morgan hesitated for a mont, then nodded slightly.
...
A few days later, at The Hillside Villa, late at night.
Several black sedans slowly stopped at the entrance of the villa.
Noah Drexler opened the car door and got out, instinctively raising his eyes to glance at the window of the second-floor bedroom, noticing the light was still on,
He couldn’t help but frown.
When he finished working and returned from the group, it was already midnight, and she still hadn’t gone to sleep?
With this thought, he was already striding into the villa, walking briskly towards the second floor.
It wasn’t until he reached the bedroom door that his steps slowed down, raising his hand to open the door.
Though the lights were on in the bedroom, it was quiet inside. His gaze accurately fell on the little woman asleep on the sofa.
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