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    Rnd’s chest tightened unexpectedly. The words brought back shes of the hotel and KTV incidents, and the memory made a faint heat creep up his ears. Before Rnd could respond, Pattie had already taken control of the matter.


    “Alright. That’s decided. I’ll set up a private office for you at MCN. You have to make sure Vince stays in jail long enough—it would be better if he were locked up for life. I don’t want any slip-ups at this stage.”<fn2112> Th?s chapter is updated by F?ndNovel</fn2112>


    Rnd spoke up despite himself. “Aren’t you afraid this might put you in danger?”


    “Why? Do you think I would be scared so easily? You’re not afraid of death, so why should I be? And besides, we still have unfinished business. If something happens to you, who am I supposed to settle scores with?” Pattie shot back, her lips jutting in a slight pout. Inwardly, she added, “You think you can kiss me and just walk away? Not a chance.”


    She had already made up her mind—Rnd wasn’t going anywhere. They stayed in the hospital room for a few more minutes, then rose and headed for the door.


    The door clicked shut behind them, leaving a short, heavy silence. Then Maia’s phone vibrated.


    Lenny’s name lit up the screen.


    A message followed: “Maia, my schedule’s been moved up. We’ll start surgery training next Monday.”


    Maia quickly replied with a simple “Got it.”


    Her eyes flicked to the clock. It was twenty minutes to noon.


    Why hadn’t Chrise back yet?


    A knot formed in her chest. Almost without thinking, she tightened her grip on the phone and dialed that familiar number.


    At that moment, in the Nelson family’svish vi, beyond the tall panes of ss that stretched from floor to ceiling, the night sky pressed down like a heavy lid, filling the room with a suffocating gloom. A shrill female voice, dripping with venom, abruptly tore through the stillness of the lounge.


    “Maia! What trick did you pull to make udius fall for you—and even admit it out loud?”


    Rosanna’s mouth twisted into an unnatural grin. She had just finished watching the Cooper Group’s press conference. Herughter rang out—wild, unsteady—cutting through the air like the cackle of a deranged storybook witch.


    “Have I lost my mind, or has the world gone mad?” She suddenly grabbed the cup from the coffee table and hurled it towards the floor with force.


    ng!


    The cup sailed through the air in a brief arc before hitting the floor and bouncing away intact, as if mocking her impotence.


    Rosanna narrowed her eyes, her breathing fast and uneven. The cup now rested silently at the carpet’s edge, as though it were whispering that she was powerless to change anything.


    Grinding her teeth, Rosanna stooped, snatched the cup again, and hurled it hard against the tiled floor. This time, there was a sharp crack. The porcin shattered, finally breaking open a fissure.


    “Hahaha! Atst—it’s broken.” Rosanna threw back her head,ughter bursting from her. Her eyes were bloodshot, her voice thick with the savage delight of someone who had finally won a petty victory.


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