Chapter 715
The key point here was that each photo had Queen Abby''s autograph on the back.
"How about a selfie?" Arabe suggested with a smile.
"Sure! Sure!" Molly nodded excitedly, holding the trophy in one hand, a photo in the other, and clutching
Arabe''s arm. She didn''t just want a selfie, and she wanted a bunch.
Arabe whipped out her phone, and Molly saw an extra face in frame as they posed for the camera.
"Sorry, Mr. Collins, could you move over a bit." she said a bit awkwardly.
Hans didn''t think he''d be the third wheel so quickly. He stepped aside, watching as the two girls
snuggled up together.
Molly faced the camera with a beaming smile, Arabe also grinning.
Hans found women to be such fickle creatures. One moment weeping, the nextughing like a kid.
Arabe had only taken a few shots when her phone started to vibrate. She nced at the caller ID
and said in a low voice, "I need to take this call."
"Okay," Molly replied, the trophy in her hand reflecting the joy on her face.
Upon answering, a man''s voice quickly came from the other end.
"Boss, did you save someone at the race today?"
Arabe moved to the balcony of the hospital room and replied nonchntly, "No."
"Did you diagnose someone''s condition? Most people wouldn''t know about the HN2C poison. The race
was broadcast globally, your diagnosis caught a lot of attention. You should return home quickly. I
worry."
"You worry that I can''t return?"
"Boss, the situation is grave. Even Skull and Bones is keeping tabs on you!"
Skull and Bones was a terrifying secret society. Some said they''ve managed to manipte the politics
of a major country for over a hundred years; others said many of the world''s biggest events were
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orchestrated by them.
In short, this group was much more dangerous than Arabe''s Mafia me and of apletely
different nature.
"Also, Hell Base is watching you." The man on the phone seemed anxious. "And T3 Research Institute
is looking for you."
T3 Research Institute was a terrifying medical organization that researched frightening viruses and
conducts experiments on older people and children. Those who attracted their attention either work for
them or get killed. Over the years, no one who had caught their attention has managed to escape.
"I''ll be careful," Arabe replied, her attention suddenly drawn to a group of hurried individuals
downstairs who didn''t look friendly.
"Boss, let me bring a few people and escort you home. We can''t guarantee your safety, but at least we
can take a bullet for you."
After all, those who were eyeing the Boss now were all big trouble, like sticky mud that won''t shake off.
Arabe, "No need, I have some matters to handle. I''m hanging up now."
"Huh? Boss."
Before the man could finish, Arabe hung up the call. She walked back into the hospital room. Molly
perked up immediately. "Be, are you off the phone? Let''s take a few more photos."
Arabe, "I have something to handle now. We''ll take more photoster. Hans, take Molly back to our
country now."
"Now?" Hans was a bit puzzled. Molly still had two bottles of IV fluids to go. Why was she in such a
hurry to leave? Had something happened?
"Yes, the fastest way is by private jet. I have some things to do, so I''m leaving first."
"Hold on, aren''t we going to visit ourpany?" Hans asked quietly.
"We''ll go next time," Arabe replied, then left the hospital room without a second thought.
Hans found her train of thought rather peculiar and couldn''t help but ask, "So you mean to poison
yourself after thepetition?"
"Exactly, I''d rather suffer unbearable pain or even pass out after thepetition than make a fool of
myself during it." Molly sobbed, her cheeks rubbing against his clothes.
After rubbing her face on his clothes, she choked up, "Your clothes smell so good."
Then, she suddenly froze. Wait, was she crying on Hans, wiping her tears on his clothes?
At that moment, Arabe pushed the door open and walked in, a smirk tugging at the corner of her
mouth upon seeing the scene.
Molly, "It''s not what you think."
Molly hadn''t expected to do something so out of line, so she quickly let go and hurriedly exined to
Hans, "I''m sorry, Mr. Collins, really sorry, I didn''t mean to. You can take off your clothes, and I''ll wash
them for you when we get back."
Hans, "That''s not necessary."
Molly tried to tug his clothes off but couldn''t, and it was tremendously embarrassing. She wiped her
tears off his clothes with her hands, "I really didn''t mean to."
Her voice gradually lowered, and she murmured, "And I didn''t mean to hug you just now."
Leaning against the door, Arabe casually asked, "Should I hold onto your trophy?"
Trophy??
Molly wanted to dash over and grab it.
"Careful." Hans quickly caught her hand, which still had the IV needle in it. She would definitely pull on
the needle if she rushed over like that.
Molly realized what was happening, her cheeks instantly turning red.
Hans hurriedly let go of her hand, and he had unintentionally grabbed it in his panic.
Arabe watched the scene with interest, casually sauntering over, effectively breaking the awkward
tension.
Arabe, "Guess what this is?"
"Third ce???" Molly''s eyes immediately lit up, "Be, is this some special treatment for me? I passed
out, yet still managed third ce."
Arabe, "You only tweaked the hemline in the third round, but the overall look was still good, plus your
high scores in the first two rounds."
So, getting third ce was within reason.
"Really? No special treatment? Really?" Molly excitedly hugged Arabe.
Arabe nced at her hand, thankfully, the needle hadn''t been pulled. "Yes, the other judges have
scored too. The scores are legit."
Arabe felt her cheek pressed against Molly''s, and she could barely say, "Easy there, you''re choking
me."
"Be, I love you." Molly hugged her tightly, like an affectionate kitten. She hadn''t won the
championship, but she was more than satisfied with third ce.
Molly, "It''s just I didn''t get to receive the trophy from you on stage."
"So take it now." Arabe handed her the trophy, formally stating, "Contestant No.1, Molly,
congrattions on winning third ce."
Molly giggled happily, then bowed deeply, excitedly, and respectfully, epting, "Thank you, Queen
Abby, thank you for personally presenting this to me."
"This is my autograph." Arabe handed her a stack of photos, shots of her judging Molly during the
"Ah." Molly''s eyes sparkled, and she excitedly grabbed the photos, "Who took these? They''re so good."