Chapter <b>89 </b>


    Leaving the apartment, Asher tossed the breakfast bag into a rubbish bin downstairs, then coldly instructed his staff to investigate Drake.


    The results came back quickly.


    Drake had paid a substantial sum to the property managementpany for Thalia’s detailed address information.


    Asher immediately had his legal team file awsuit against the property managementpany and summoned thepany’s CEO.


    The man was in his early forties,pletely unaware of the trouble heading his way. He actually believed the CEO of ckwood Industries had called him in to discuss a potential partnership.


    For someone so insignificant, Asher didn’t bother meeting him personally.


    The meeting was handled by Matt Ford, Asher’s assistant.


    The man bowed obsequiously, his smile sycophantic. “Mr. Ford, has Mr. ckwood summoned me today to discuss a potential coboration with ourpany?<b>” </b>


    Matt raised an eyebrow, contempt shing in his eyes. “Why would ckwood Industries coborate with apany that casually sells residents‘ private information?”


    The man’s expression transformed like a turbulent sea, his face instantly darkening. “What? What do you mean selling residents‘ information?”


    Matt threw a stack of documents in front of the man. “Mr. Wood, take a good look. This is evidence of yourpany selling residents‘ private information. Mr. ckwood wanted you to fully understand the situation before your


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    Firenze Wood’s hands trembled as he flipped through the documents. The more he read, the paler he became, cold sweat forming on his brow.


    “This… there must be some misunderstanding… I’ll have my staff verify this immediately!”


    Matt smiled coldly. “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Wood. We’ve thoroughly investigated the evidence. You were the mastermind behind selling residents‘ information. Almost all of Drake Ashcroft’s payment went directly into your pocket. We’re proceeding with legal action. You were summoned here simply to be informed that from today onwards, you’ll face a series of difficulties. You’re likely to lose everything–all of your own making.”


    The man turned deathly pale, his legs weakening and his voice trembling. “Please ask Mr. ckwood to give me another chance. I’ll reform<b>, </b>I swear! I’m willing to offer half my assets aspensation!”


    Matt gave a contemptuousugh. “Do you honestly think Mr. ckwood would be interested in that? Let me be


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    In an instant, Wood’s face turned ashen, his eyes filled with nothing but despair.


    For the past few days, Thalia had been incredibly busy, with court appearances daily and still finding time to help Mark file for workce injury recognition and a capacity for work assessment.


    The weather forecast predicted an approaching cold front. Tomorrow would see a dramatic temperature drop, <b>with </b>lows expected around minus four degrees Celsius.


    The Bormen siblings had already been transferred to private rooms in a top–tier hospital. Thalia had asked Lucy to buy down jackets, thick duvets, and electric nkets for them.


    When Lucy returned after delivering these items, her eyes were rimmed with red.


    The young woman sniffled, her voice trembling with emotion. “Ms. Winters, I’ve arranged everything as you requested.”


    Thalia was drafting documents on herputer. Hearing Lucy’s choked voice, she looked up and paused. “Why do you look as though you’re about to cry?”


    Lucy pressed her lips together, her eyes misting over. “Teresa’s condition is deteriorating rapidly. The doctor says if they can’t find apatible bone marrow donor, she might not make it through the winter…”


    Thalia’s hands froze over the keyboard, her eyshes suddenly damp.


    “Just wait a bit longer. I’ve already got people searching for apatible donor. There will be one… I’m certain there will be,” Thalia’s voice quivered slightly.


    Lucy couldn’t hold back her tears. She looked at Thalia with reddened eyes. “Ms. Winters… if Teresa really…”


    Before she could finish, Thalia interrupted firmly: “That won’t happen! Teresa will be alright!”


    Lucy choked back a sob, tightly pressing her lips together to force back her tears.


    Throughout the afternoon, Thalia was noticeably distracted.


    She made time to ce a phone call.


    “Still no suitable bone marrow match?”


    The person on the other end replied: “Ms. Winters, we’re searching with all our resources. If there’s any news, you’ll be the first to know!”


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    That evening, Asher came to pick Thalia up from work, and they went to dinner together.


    At Rules, London’s oldest restaurant.


    Soft piano music yed in the background of the elegant Victorian–style dining room.


    The finest Bordeaux and traditional game meat were served, with roses and candlelight creating a romantic atmosphere among the historic paintings and antique furnishings.


    Yet Thalia was preupied, not even touching her cutlery as her roast grouse grew cold.


    Asher looked at her with concern. “Lia, is something troubling you?”


    Thalia came back to herself, looking up at him and replying softly: “I took on a case recently. The client is a young man, just neen, whose parents are both deceased. He lives only for his sister.”


    She sighed, her eyes sorrowful. “He left school early to work and support his sister’s education, but fate yed a cruel trick on them. His sister was diagnosed with leukemia. She’s only eleven years old. The doctors say if they can’t find a matching bone marrow donor, she might not survive the winter.”


    Asher asked: “Have you tried offering a substantial reward? In such situations, a high reward often quickly locates apatible donor.”


    Thalia’s hand resting on the table tensed. She shook her head with a frown. “I considered that, but I’m concerned it might backfire. A high reward might attract unscrupulous individuals. You know what those ck market operators are capable of for money.”


    Asher gently reached over to hold her hand, his voice softening tofort her. “Leave this to me. I promise to find a suitable donor without harming the donor in the process.”


    Hope shed in Thalia’s eyes. “Really?”


    “Yes,” Asher gently caressed her hand. “Trust me, Lia. Now, will you please eat something?<b>” </b>


    The warmth of his hand was reassuring.


    “All right.” The young woman set aside her worries, the corners of her mouth curving into a meaningful smile.


    This was indeed something Asher could help with.


    Thalia wasn’t short of money, but not everything could be solved with wealth alone.


    Sometimes, influence was necessary too.


    After dinner, Asher took Thalia back to the Tribeca t.


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    After spending some time with her at her t, he returned to his residence around ten o’clock.


    Just as he parked his car and entered the main hall, Lucas called.


    “Sir, we have a lead. I’m outside now. May Ie in to report?<b>” </b>


    “Come in.”


    Lucas entered, bringing the chill of the night air with him.


    Asher poured a ss of warm water, cradling it as he sat on the sofa, his eyes slightly cold. “Tell me.”


    Lucas kept his head lowered, cautiously ncing up at Asher. “The people who abducted Vanessa are connected to Tom Malfoy,”


    At the mention of this name, Asher’s eyes sharpened. “Tom Malfoy?”


    Lucas nervously murmured an affirmative.


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