Everyone liked to look at beautiful things... Fine. If Celine really was falling for the doctor, he''d just have him killed after she was cured.


    After leaving the pier, Juniper noticed someone was tailing her as she walked away.


    That bastard Warren actually dared to have her followed? Son of a bitch. Celine must have been blind to marry him.


    Juniper ducked into a narrow alley and, with a few quick turns, easily shook her tail.


    What amateurs! Juniper raised an eyebrow and headed to the designated meeting point to rendezvous with Shanley.


    “Juniper...” The moment he saw her, he strode forward, his steps slightly unsteady, and pulled her into his arms. "Anyter and I was about to set off ''fireworks'' over Liberty Ind."


    “Let''s not pollute the environment,” Juniper said, letting him hold her. She blinked. "Let''s go home."


    "Okay." Shanley''s lips curved as he led Juniper to the car.


    "Boss, Ms. Payne..."


    Seeing Juniper''s disguise, Felton and Flint still felt a shiver run down their spines. Damn, it really looked like two men were about to get into... something.


    "To theb in the suburbs," Juniper ordered in a low voice as she removed the mask, revealing her fair, delicate face.


    "Yes, ma''am."


    Flint breathed a sigh of relief. The real Ms. Payne was back.


    Even Shanley seemed to rx, subtly shifting closer to her on the seat. Once this ordeal was over, he was never letting her wear that disguise again. His heart couldn''t take the visual confusion.


    Inside the suburbanb, Juniper handed Celine''s blood sample to Harold Houston. “Harold, I need all the information you can get from this sample within two days." "Whose is it?" Harold asked, confused.


    “A friend of mine,” Juniper said, munching on an apple, lying without batting an eye. "She''s sick and asked for my help."


    "Got it." Harold didn''t push for more details, simply promising to have the results on her desk within the timeframe.


    Once they left, Harold booted up the sequencer and got to work. As the initial data streams began popping up on his monitor, he froze.


    These gic markers... why do they look so familiar? It was almost as if he had analyzed this exact sequence before.


    At Cloudscape Community, Juniper, fresh from a shower, crouched by the coffee table, eating a cupcake while researching Celine''s background.


    All she knew was that she was an orphan who was sent to Liberty Ind by her adoptive father after several violent incidents. Then she met Warren.


    Warren treated her exceptionally well, protecting her so fiercely that even Subterra Vanguard couldn''t dig up any more information on her. This also prevented any of his enemies from finding her.


    From what Juniper had observed so far, there was no physical injury to Celine''s brain it was highly likely she had suffered a psychological trauma and as a form of self-preservation, had trapped herself in her past.


    This type of illness required finding the root cause. Hypnotherapy would be the best approach. If she handled it personally, the chance of a full recovery was as high as ny-nine percent.


    But what was the trauma? It couldn''t be friendship or romance; she was too young


    to understand those. It was most likely rted to family. Abandonment? Betrayal? Or abuse?


    She would wait for the blood test results before making her next move.


    Over the next two days, Celine would secretly message Juniper. Because of her cognitive level, she didn''t know many words and could only send stickers.


    A cute sticker.


    A kissing sticker.


    A cuddling sticker.


    An ''I love you'' sticker.


    When Shanley came out of the shower, he saw Juniper''s phone lighting up nonstop


    with a stream of affectionate images.


    Who the hell was this? Had Juniper picked up some stray guy somewhere?