The voice in his headset issued an order in Talnamese too. "Follow her, and find out where she got that


    ruby."


    "Yes, sir," the man replied as he got up, impassive as he followed Cindy, who was still reveling in


    delight. -


    Later that night, J said her goodbyes with her colleagues at Flora Hall, turned off the lights, and


    was ready to head home.


    Just as she picked up her bag, she noticed a slender figure copsed by the shadows of the wall.


    "What?" J moved closer to find a woman covered in injuries.


    Scabs had built up over her wounds—new and old, while her clothes were in pieces.


    "Hello? Hey!" J walked up, gently patting her on the cheek.


    "Frank... Frank Lawrence..." the woman suddenly murmured.


    "Frank Lawerence?" J eximed in shock and leaned in to listen to the woman''s feeble whispers.


    But there was no mistaking it—she had said Frank Lawrence.


    "Could she be Frank''s girlfriend?!" J promptly went to work, calling in her colleagues who had not


    let her carry the woman into Flora Hall.


    She was stunned when she turned on the light and saw the true extent of the woman''s injuries—there


    was not one inch of her skin that was unscathed.


    Blood had thickened, gluing the hole in her clothes to her injuries, while pus was growing almost


    everywhere.


    Her ribs and various other bones were broken, and her left thigh was bent in a horrific angle.


    It was a miracle at all that the woman was alive.


    "Go! Prepare the necessary herbs and tend to her injuries!" J ordered.


    She was a healer of virtue worthy of inheriting her grandfather''s legacy—even though it was obvious


    that the woman did not have any money on her, J refused to deny her help since she was on the


    verge of death.


    Moreover, the woman said a name J was very familiar with.


    While her colleagues cleaned the woman''s wounds and stabilized her, J headed outside Flora Hall


    to call Frank.


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    Yes?" Frank asked, his tone clearly sharp, proving his bad mood.


    J searched her words, ncing at her busy colleagues as she said, "Hello, Frank. We just brought


    in this woman who''s thoroughly hurt and had copsed outside Flora Hall, on the verge of death. I don''t


    know her, but she was calling your name when we picked her up...Do you want toe over and see


    who she is?"


    Frank was actually annoyed with J''s call, but being told about a maimed woman calling his name


    left his hair standing.


    Could it be Kiki, or was some other woman Maron Ocean abducted?!


    "Just wait there. I''ll be right over!" he cried.


    "Sure—huh."


    J was just about to speak, but Frank had already hung up.


    Disappointment showed in her eyes as she listened to the static beeping, but soonposed herself.


    "Now''s not the time for fantasies, J," she muttered to herself as she adjusted her sses and


    threw away those messy thoughts, joining her colleagues again to help the woman.


    Frank arrived then arrived after ten minutes, rushing into the operating room before J greeted him.


    Still, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the woman''s bloodied face.