NovelEnglish"They'll never find it in their lifetime," Mr. Atticus scoffed, shaking his head.
If the HJ Special Dose were that easy to get, it wouldn't be called a miracle cure. He'd only heard of it before, and it was thanks to Nina's connection with Ethat he got to see it firsthand.
Sure, Club 257 was powerful, but the miracle cure was exclusively made by the White family on Lone Island. They only issued it in limited amounts to their noble descendants. Club 257 could turn the world upside down and still cup empty-handed.
But he could get it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe told Ethat Nina needed the miracle cure, and knowing how much Edoted on his daughter, he'd hand it over without a second thought.
A devious grin spread across Mr. Atticus's face as he realized he could use this to humiliate Flora and boost the prestige of their medical organization.
"Orla, I can't leave the organization right now. I need you to handle something for me," he said.
"Mr. Atticus, just say the word. I'll get it done!" Orla replied, clenching her small fist with determination.
Mr. Atticus leaned in, whispering instructions into her ear. Orla's eyes sparkled with understanding, and she smiled.
"Don't worry, Mr. Atticus. I'll make sure it's done!" "Good, I trust you," he nodded, then suddenly remembered something. "How's Selene doing?" That girl had been locked in the dark cell for days now; her rebellious spirit should have been broken by now. Orla looked surprised that he mentioned Selene. She ran a hand through her hair, her expression troubled. "Selene... she's still insisting on leaving the organization, and she swore at you... quite strongly, actually." Unrepentant! Mr. Atticus's anger flared. He was eager to see how much longer she could hold out.
Flora hadn't slept well all night and woke up a little after eight the next morning. At around four, Dr. Ray had messaged in the group chat that Shawn had woken up.
Flora quickly got dressed and headed to the hospital to see him.
"I'll go with you," Connor said softly. "Breakfast is in the microwave. You go eat, and I'll get dressed and take you there, okay?" Flora lazily nodded, opened the door, and just as she did, Moss appeared, walking towards her.
"Good morning, Ms. Flora," Moss greeted respectfully.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFlora nodded slightly and took big steps downstairs.
Moss knocked and entered the bedroom. "Boss." "How did it go?" Connor asked.
"Ms. Abbey agreed to give us the miracle cure, but she has a condition, Moss said, bracing himself. She wants a dinner with you, and she hopes you can marry her by the end of the wn year."
e As Connor's anger began to rise, Moss quickly added course, you and she have never been involved, and you never acknow this engagement!" "Hmph."
A cold laugh escaped Connor's throat, sending chills down Moss's spine. Ms. Abbey really had sΕΠ nerve. "We don't need to entertain their demands. If they won't give it, we'll take it by force."
Connor threw on his coat and stormed out. His expression softened a bit when he saw Flora obediently eating at the dining table downstairs.
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