?Chapter 359:


    Moments earlier, under the harsh re of interrogation, the lean man had spilled the beans about his deal with Yvonne. The goons who’d nabbed him had ordered him to back out—and for the sake of his own skin, he’d had no choice but toply. Two million was no good to him if he was pushing up daisies. What was the point of cash if he was six feet under?


    The goons had never let slip who they were working for, but the lean man knew better than to poke the bear. He never would’ve pegged that wild card of a woman as having such heavyweight connections. Just who the heck was she?


    Oblivious to being pegged as a “wild card” by the lean man, Christina hadn’t the faintest clue about any of this. The muscle who’d snatched the lean man were on Kurt’s payroll. Kurt had stumbled upon Yvonne and the lean man’s shady dealings and had the lean man scooped up for a grilling.


    Though the lean man was spitting mad, he didn’t dare hang around. Scared out of his wits of being hunted down, he hightailed it out of Kitaso that very night, making a beeline for Dorfield, where he prayed he’d be out of harm’s way. Better to skip town than end up sleeping with the fishes.


    The following day, in the luxurious VIP ward, a series of knocks reverberated through the room.


    Christina immediately stood up and opened the door to find a nurse holding a tray of fresh bandages and medication for Dn.


    “Thank you,” Christina said warmly, offering a polite smile.


    The nurse barely acknowledged her, offering a quick, tight-lipped smile that quickly faded into an expression of quiet disdain.


    Christina noticed the contempt in the nurse’s eyes, her brow furrowing in confusion. Had she somehow offended the nurse? This nurse was pretty, yes—butpletely unfamiliar. The nurses who had attended to Dn before had all been pleasant and professional, a stark contrast to this one’s attitude. The way the nurse looked at her was almost dismissive, like she was something beneath her.


    The nurse ced the tray carefully on the side table and then turned to Dn. In an instant, her frosty expression melted into sugary sweetness. “Mr. Scott,” she purred, her voice dipped in honey, “I’m here to change your dressing.”


    Dn’s brows knitted together in immediate disapproval. His icy eyes scanned her, a cold flicker of distaste crossing his features. “I don’t need your help,” he replied, his voice t. “I can manage it myself.”


    His tone, sharp andmanding, should have been enough to send the nurse away, but she didn’t budge. After all, this was Dn Scott—the man countless women dreamed of marrying. This was her chance, the golden opportunity to entrench herself in high society and secure the life she dreamed of. She wasn’t going to let it slip through her fingers.


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    “Oh, please, let me help. This is my job, after all,” the nurse said with a yful giggle, stepping closer and reaching for the buttons of his gown. “Let me help you—”


    Dn leaned back, his expression hardening. His voice dropped to a dangerous calm. “I said no. Don’t make me repeat myself.”


    The nurse’s eyes widened, quickly filling with tears. She blinked them back, her lips trembling as she tried to look both hurt and innocent. “But I was only—”


    “Out,” Dn cut in sharply, his voice like ice.


    The nurse stiffened, caught off guard by the raw fury emanating from him. His presence felt suffocating, like a storm gathering strength, moments away from breaking.


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