Mr, Roger Sr. happened to have seen the pills made by that famous doctor. The characteristics of these
pills were very similar to the ones made by that doctor.
However, compared with the slightly rough finished products before, these pills were much finer, and
they seemed to be made by the same person in different periods. Hence, Mr. Roger Sr. suspected that
that famous doctor must be in Hustuaburg, and the person was making rapid progress. At the thought of
Jallen claiming he could not find that doctor yesterday, Mr. Roger Sr. smashed the glass angrily. ‘B*stard!
Forget about the perfunctory response he gave me. Is he planning to kill me now?’
The more Mr. Roger Sr. thought about it, the angrier he became. A hint of brutal look appeared in his
cloudy eyes as he dialed his phone with trembling fingers.
‘He has the audacity to try to harm me. Even though he’s my son, I won’t let this go.’ With that in mind,
he spoke to his lawyer on the phone, “Hi, Dean. It’s me, Christo Rogers. I want to change my will.”
A nonchalant and indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone. “Mr. Rogers Sr., your eldest
son and second son requested to get notified whenever you file a bid to change your will. But of course,
it’s up to you. Do you want me to inform them?” Mr. Roger Sr. was so furious upon hearing that. He said
“no need” coldly before he told the lawyer about his request.
Meanwhile, Lulu and June were startled by the sight of Nicole’s state when she returned to the dormitory.
She was drenched from head to toe; every part of her was soaking wet. Without delay, Lulu and June
wiped her with a towel. Nicole’s face was expressionless. She took the towel and put it aside before
heading to the bathroom.
June and Lulu exchanged looks. They seemed to have sensed that something was wrong with Nicole’s
mood.
Nicole took a hot shower. When she came out, her cheeks were pinkish from the steam. She landed her
gaze on June and Lulu, who were looking at her worriedly, and said softly, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
‘It was just rain.’
Only then did the two reluctantly retract their eyes.
Nicole sat on her bed. She took out the exercises instead of her laptop and planned to take a look again.
Suddenly, her phone lit up. It was an anonymous message. (What did you give Christo Rogers?)
After receiving a few words from Nicole, the sender understood it and texted again. (He transferred a
million dollars to us and asked for specific information on that medicine.] Nicole paused for a second,
thinking she should have known that those wielding power in the prominent families in Northon were
perceptive. She replied, (Reject the request and refund the money.) The person texting her agreed
without hesitation.
After a brief pondering, Nicole asked, [Are there any assignments recently?] The person seemed a little
surprised. (There are always jobs coming in with most of them specifically asking for you. But I’ve turned
them down since you want to take a break.”
After a few seconds of silence, she typed a few words. (When can I see Carl?]
The person took a while to reply to her. (I couldn’t find out the one tracking you. Please wait for a little
longer. I don’t want to take risks by letting you meet.)
Nicole knew that it was his decision. She would not risk Carl and her safety no matter what, so she gave
an affirmative reply without hesitation.
There was no more incoming text, so Nicole put away her phone and continued to go through the
exercises. However, the coldness in her eyes became even frosty.
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