Just as Nestor was about to explain to Selina, he suddenly heard rapid footsteps outside the hospital room. From the sound of it, there were quite a few people coming.Late at night, in a hospital, such a commotion would make even the least cautious person sense something was amiss. Moreover, upon
Nestor was risking danger to hold off the Ross army, wanting her to leave first.But knowing Nestor was in danger, how could she leave him behind?Moreover, the people coming for her were sent by the Ross family head. If she escaped to find Fernando and ask for his help to leave Brazil, wouldn't tha
Selina was brought to a vast estate.In the night, the estate was illuminated by brilliant lights, making it as bright as day. From a distance, it looked like a luminous city that never sleeps.The car carrying Selina stopped in front of the largest building in the estate.A middle-aged man, accompa
Selina shook her head. This was Ross territory; how could she dare to confront the Ross family head?However, Samuel thought she was the Miracle Healer's disciple, which was why he had brought her here. The person he wanted her to treat surely didn't have an ordinary illness.If she succeeded, she w
Samuel's iron-like fingers tightened, his arm slowly lifting, actually choking Selina and lifting her off the ground.Selina felt like her neck was about to snap, unable to breathe, her head throbbing and nearly exploding.Yet she didn't cry for help, only using her hands to try and pry Samuel's fin
Samuel finally came to his senses, suddenly turning around and narrowing his eyes dangerously as he glanced at Selina: "What do you mean?"Selina sensed the murderous intent in his eyes. Although he had promised not to harm her even if she couldn't cure the woman, it didn't mean he wouldn't cause tr
Nestor raised his eyes, the slightly upturned corners tinged with a hint of red, his gaze sharp and intense.He fearlessly met Samuel's gaze, his voice low but equally audacious: "Sir Ross, you'd better aim carefully. If word gets out that your skills aren't what they used to be, those enemies after
Samuel took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and looked at Nestor expressionlessly: "I merely invited Miss Miller to treat a patient. Nestor, you're making a mountain out of a molehill!"Seeing Samuel's attitude softening, Nestor waved for his men to step aside. He strode up to Samuel: "Sir Ros