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Impressive.
“Alright. I’ll take it.”
She really needed that land for a lab she planned to build.
What she wanted to develop there was something meant for her late mentor’s enemies.
For years, she hadn’t been able to repay her mentor. Now, at last, she had the chance.
Jack exhaled sharply in relief. “That’s great news.”
He patted his chest. “So, would you be willing to come see the patient now?”
Alice raised a brow. “Sounds like a serious business.
Jack nodded quickly. “You’re sharp as ever, Mrs. Nolan.”
He glanced toward Eric. “Will you be joining us, Mr. Nolan?”
“Of course,” Eric replied, his expression flat, though his tone was far from friendly.
Alice couldn’t help but smile. “What’s this? Off–work attitude?”
Most people had morning moods. He had post–work moods.
Charming.
Eric snorted. “You’re loud.”
“If I weren’t loud, you wouldn’t still be breathing, she replied, smug and unapologetic.
He said nothing.
Soon, their car pulled up in front of a lavish mansion.
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From the opulent décor, it was clear the place had cost a fortune, which meant the person inside wasn’t ordinary.
Once out of the car, Alice took a moment to sense the air around her.
She spoke thoughtfully. “There’s a strong flow of energy here–everything points to good things ahead. The only problem is, the front gate is off–center, letting all that positive energy slip away.”
Daniel gave her a thumbs–up.
“Wow, didn’t expect you to know all this and all the other stuff.”
She chuckled and quickly added, “I know a bit about how things work around here–not the office gossip.”
Silence fell over the car.
Jack came to the door to greet them.
“This way.”
Alice didn’t worry about being tricked.
If they tried anything stupid, that patient inside wouldn’t survive.
She had promised to treat the patient. She would see it through.
From a distance, she looked toward the room.
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The door was tightly shut.
No signs of life inside.
But with this kind of heat, sealed windows, and no air conditioning? If the illness didn’t kill you, the heat would.
“Mr. Nolan,” Jack said suddenly, “how about a game of chess? I’m awful at it. I could use some practice.”
He nodded sharply, gestured Daniel to fetch the chess set. Then he took a seat opposite Jack.
Alice instantly understood.
The patient’s identity was sensitive. Eric couldn’t go in.
If she went in alone, everything would be recorded.
As soon as she stepped into the room, a wave of heat hit her.
But the person on the bed, despite being wrapped in a thick blanket, was shivering with cold.
Her presence must’ve disturbed them because the person slowly turned to face her.
