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I quickly tidied myself up, running a comb through my hair before hurrying out the door and heading straight for the hospital. The weather today was somewhat overcast, with a gentle breeze that carried a hint of chill. Despite the urgency I felt inside, I maintained a steady pace. This was another step toward understanding Neil's family, and my anticipation was stronger than it had been the night before.
At the hospital entrance, the familiar bustle surrounded me—people flowing in and out, the sounds of vehicles echoing around me. I stood off to the side for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself.As I reached the hospital entrance, I noticed a group of hospital escort staff gathered outside. They were huddled together, smoking and chatting, creating a lively atmosphere. Several of them spoke animatedly, their gestures exaggerated, and their voices louder than usual, as if discussing something particularly intriguing. The faint scentRelated chapters
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The VIP floor exuded an atmosphere of tranquility and cleanliness, but what truly caught my eye was a group of tall bodyguards clad in sharp black suits, each radiating an air of confidence. I recognized them as Peter's loyal subordinates; it was evident that Peter had invested considerable effort in ensuring their readiness. The bodyguards, all with athletic builds and fair complexions, wore impeccably tailored suits. Even the advanced communication devices nestled against their ears glimmered with a cold light, exemplifying the standards of professional security. Every detail conveyed a sense of professionalism and caution, radiating an aura of steadiness and reliability. To top it all off, they were undeniably handsome. As soon as they spotted me, the bodyguards straightened up in unison and bowed, greeting me with a resounding, “Mr. Lucas.” Their voices were deep and clear, laced with evident respect and deference. It was obvious that their training had insti
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I watched him quietly, feeling a rush of victorious satisfaction. His tough exterior was merely a facade, a fragile shell concealing his vulnerability. At that moment, Nelson resembled a child caught red-handed, stripped of his forced pride and self-importance. I decided to keep him in this state of unease, not rushing to interrogate him but instead casually remarking, “You see, if you’re so afraid of Harry, then it’s best not to provoke him.” Nelson's expression shifted to one of increased tension, his eyes filled with hesitation and anxiety. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated to speak. In that moment, I realized that he wasn't truly as difficult to handle as he seemed. He was simply a child struggling to navigate his own emotions, and all his defiance and arrogance were just a facade to mask his inner fragility and helplessness. Nelson lowered his head, furrowing his brow. When he finally looked up at
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I chuckled, clearly amused by his unwavering defiance. “How about this: I can ask Harry to expedite your treatment? Don’t you want to get out of here as soon as possible? If he puts in the effort, you could be bouncing out of this place in no time.” Nelson’s eyes flickered with interest, revealing that my suggestion had caught his attention. “Really? Is that possible?” I nodded, my gaze steady and reassuring. “Yes, Harry mentioned to me that he’s confident he can help you. You might not realize it, but he’s truly exceptional at what he does.” A flicker of uncertainty crossed Nelson's face, as if he struggled to believe what I was saying. “I can see that—he’s definitely intimidating.” “Intimidating?” I furrowed my brow, my mind racing with thoughts of Harry's secret. Could it be that Harry accidentally revealed his vampiric nature? But that seemed unlikely; Harry's caution was far beyond ordinary, and he
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I had a lingering question in my mind that I could no longer suppress. "What about the boy in your family? Does he show the same respect for his brother?" This was the question I had long wanted to ask. From what we had gathered, the child Ken Yimo had adopted was none other than my precious Neil. I needed to uncover the truth about Neil's situation. Ken Yimo's expression shifted slightly, revealing a hint of concern at my question, but he quickly regained his composure. “He occasionally asks about his brother. However, I worry it might upset him, so I haven’t shared too much information.” Peter interjected, “Speaking of his brother, after hearing he might pose a threat to our protection plan, I dispatched some people to investigate. The findings were mixed.” I leaned in, intrigued. “Let’s hear the positives first.” Peter spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “My team reported t
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I felt completely reassured about the situation at the hospital. With Harry and Peter in charge, everything wass under control. Harry's calm demeanor combined with Peter's decisiveness was more than sufficient to handle any unexpected circumstances. Excluding me from the equation, their partnership boasted considerable experience, and they had developed a remarkable synergy over time. Particularly with this task, they bore a dual responsibility: ensuring that the meeting between Nick and Nelson proceeds smoothly while also safeguarding every step of our plan from premature disclosure. One of them exceled in thoughtful strategy, while the other thrived in decisive action. Together, they operated like seamlessly interlocking gears, functioning with precise efficiency. I’d heard that their arrangement allows Nick to visit Nelson at any time, unlike the strict bi-weekly visits to Yimo’s house. However, each of these visits must be accompanied by Peter, with Harry als
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Nick lifted his head, looking at Ken Yimo with unwavering determination. “It really is him; his flavor has never changed. Mr. Yimo, can I see him now?” His urgency was unmistakable, as if each passing second was tearing at his heart with impatience. Ken Yimo glanced at his watch, still maintaining that calm smile. “No need to rush; he’ll be awake soon. He tends to wake up around this time—just a little lazybones.” His tone was light, as if he were discussing a child's daily routine, but the underlying implications made me increasingly wary. Nick seemed somewhat reassured by Ken Yimo’s response. He nodded, murmuring to himself, “It seems he’s doing well here. He never could sleep in this late at home, not even when he was sick.” His tone was filled with guilt and reflection, as if he felt he had owed his brother far too much during their time together. Ken Yimo replied casually, “Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of him.”
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Ken Yimo offered a faint smile and replied softly, “Alright, let’s arrange another meeting soon.” His voice was steady and calm, as if he had already anticipated our next encounter. A tightness gripped my chest; something about him felt far more complex than he let on. “Sure,” I replied quickly. As I turned, I addressed Harry, saying, “Let’s talk tonight.” Harry nodded lightly, a smile gracing his lips as he responded, “Absolutely, on time, alright?” His tone seemed like a casual remark, yet I knew that this seemingly simple exchange concealed a multitude of matters we needed to discuss. As Peter and I stepped out of the castle, we made our way to a secluded corner where we were sure no one could see us, and we confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras in the vicinity. I halted, turning to Peter and said, “Wait for me.” My voice was low and infused with a hint of mystery, prompting Peter to stop in his tracks, a sli
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Hearing Peter's suggestion, I wanted to roll my eyes, but alas, my face could hardly convey any complex emotions in this form. I could only silently grumble in my mind, wondering if Peter was doing this on purpose by choosing such a "familiar" name for me.Neil tilted his head and repeated, "Ryan?" His voice held a hint of hesitation, as if he was seriously considering the name.At that moment, Ken Yimo chimed in, his tone teasing. "Isn't this a case of who’s not here losing out? Naming the dog after Ryan, who isn’t even present?"Harry seemed to catch on, jokingly remarking, "Well, who told him to leave first? Lucky for me I didn’t take off early; otherwise, the dog would’ve been named Harry."Laughter filled the living room, lightening the atmosphere. While everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves, I knew deep down that the mission was far from over. My brothers had begun
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