“Manchernius? Vinson frowned.
Everyone knew Manchernius was the biggest drug supplier in the world. Because of that, a lot of
countries banned any imports from Manchernius, including Chanaea.
Anyone who wanted to import anything from Manchernius had to do it illegally, especially when it came
to drugs. Vinson knew how they smuggled the items in. He told the Specialized Forces to look into it for
a long time now, but still, he got nothing.
“Don’t worry,” Carter said.
“I’ve sent someone to look into the family. Sure, cracking down on their system is hard, but getting one
of their customers? That’s easy. All we have to do is sprinkle some violence in it, and voila, you’ll get
the answer you wanted.”
At the same time, Carter’s phone rang. When he saw who the caller was, he eased up a bit.
“Looks like the chef is done cooking.”. Vinson nodded.
“Take him to the hall. I’ll explain the truth to the public.” Carter nodded.
“You do your thing. Everything’s ready now. I owe you one this time, and I’ll be sure to pay it back.”
Vinson clapped Carter’s shoulder.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself. Your family did this, not you. I’ll be going now.” Vinson and Rayson left
the room, and his team went straight for the conference hall. It had been a few minutes since she was
in the waiting room’s cubicle, but she still couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“Are you really alright?” she asked again. Nobody could heal that fast even after having a pacemaker
installed, let alone getting afflicted by the Furious Devil. But the truth couldn’t lie.
The patient was hooked up to the machines, and his stats all looked normal.
The patient said, “I’m fine. Really.”
Queenie had to swallow the truth now, even though she didn’t want to. She could see that the doctor
who cured the patient was much more skillful than she was.
“Who treated you?” Queenie quickly asked.
The patient started, “It’s a—”
“A doctor twenty years older than he is,” the doctor cut the patient off. Before Arielle left, she told him to
never tell anyone that she cured the patient.
The doctor didn’t know why she wanted to keep it a secret from everyone, so he just chalked it up to
her personality. Guess that’s how miracle doctors work. They don’t want to get tied down by trouble.
The patient gaped at the doctor, but the doctor shook his head, so the patient said nothing. Queenie
didn’t notice the silent interaction, so she nodded.
At the same time, she heaved a sigh of relief. I knew it. It’s not the woman in the ad. If it’s really her, I’d
stand no chance in this fight for Vinson.
Queenie asked, “Do you know who the doctor is then?” The doctor in the room shook his head.
“No idea. All I know is that Mr. Nightshire’s the one who hired him.” “If you see the doctor again, please
give me a call.” Queenie handed her card over. She wanted to be a miracle doctor too, so she would try
to befriend any skilled doctor she met along the way.
The doctor in the room took her card and said he’d do it, though it was obvious he wouldn’t. Back at the
conference hall, Nightshire Group’s top brass finally came in after much anticipation from the crowd.
Everyone sat up straight.
“They’re here,” they reminded their friends.
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