ra let out a sigh, hesitant to respond in a way that might hurt him.


    "I''ll definitely reach out next time."


    "Yeah, miss you, think about you every day."


    ra was grinning at her phone when she felt someone standing in front of her. She looked up to find Lincoln.


    His expression was dark. "Ms. ra, texting Dn at this hour? Isn''t he asleep yet?"


    ra frowned slightly, picking up on his sarcasm. "I''m chatting with my boyfriend. Mr. Dn is my boss; how could I dare disturb him sote?"


    Lincoln''s eyes widened slightly, like he''d just uncovered something big.


    ra, uninterested in his games, was about to reply to Z when Lincoln''s mocking voice cut in. "Don''t you think Dn''s acting a bit odd with you, ra? Taking you to that kind of cest night? First time in years, I bet. And you can go in and out of Palm Bay and even join his meetings."


    The more he talked, the more ra''s mood darkened. She put her phone away and stood up calmly. "Mr. Dn, are you tracking me?"


    Lincoln sneered, "Are you really clueless, or just ying dumb? I thought Dn''s feelings were obvious. He likes you; you''re different. He doesn''t treat others like this."


    "Mr. Dn, let''s be careful with our words. I work at Ferguson Corporation and have no interest in starting rumors with my boss."


    Lincoln gave her a long look, then chuckled dryly. "Seems like you don''t care about him at all. Makes things easier. Let''s chat somewhere else."


    ra frowned, wanting no part in the Ferguson family''s drama. Lincoln seemed to know too much about her whereabouts, likely nning something against Dn. People thought Dn''s legs were done for, making him seem like an easy target. She considered refusing, but Lincoln seemed like a shady character-you never knew what tricks he might pull.


    "Alright, let''s talk on the balcony at the end of the corridor."


    The hospital was getting busy, so surely, he wouldn''t try anything here.


    Once they reached the corridor, Lincoln pulled out a card. "ra, you care a lot about your boyfriend, right? I can find out who he is, where he works, and who his rtives are in just a day. If you don''t want him dragged into this, you better listen to me. Otherwise, the next time you see him, it might be in a coffin."


    Lincoln saw ra as easy to manipte, so he got straight to the point.


    ra''s face turned icy; she hadn''t expected Z to be in danger because of her. He was just a waiter, sensitive and insecure, yet always excited to see her, making him vulnerable.


    She took a deep breath, needing to keep Lincoln at bay for now. "What do you want me to do?"


    Lincoln''s lips twisted into a grin as he ced the card in her hand, along with his business card. "Keep me updated on Dn''s whereabouts, and help me figure out if his legs are really beyond repair."


    Everyone in the Capital was curious about Dn''s condition.


    ra gave a small smile. "Alright, but Mr. Dn is sharp. Don''t call me unless it''s urgent-just text."


    Lincoln added her as a contact, shing a grin that was more threat than warmth. "Let''s hope Ms. ra cooperates, for the sake of your little boyfriend."


    He threw in "little" to emphasize his assumption that ra''s boyfriend was just a regr guy, easy to manipte. If he could handle the Bradford family, why worry about an ordinary guy?