North Avenue was an hour and a half drive from South Avenue.
Suzy arrived at the Goodwin family’s estate as promised in disguise.
Using the pretense of treating an illness, she took the opportunity to hypnotize Martin. Unfortunately, she didn’t manage to extract any useful information.
As she left, deep in thought, a sudden pain shot through her forehead as she bumped into someone...
“Sorry…”
The apology got stuck in her throat the moment she recognized the face.
Dylan?
What was he doing here?
It was truly a case of enemies crossing paths in the most unexpected of places!
In less than two seconds, Suzy tore her gaze away and walked off, her expression completely indifferent.
Dylan stood there, confused.
She was about to apologize to him, so why did her attitude change the moment she saw him?
Especially how she suddenly looked at him—it was as if they were mortal enemies.
Dylan turned, watching the direction she went, his eyes narrowing.
That figure looked just like Suzy…
“Mr. Wright, we’re so honored by your presence. I’m sorry for not greeting you properly…”
The voice of the Goodwin family’s butler snapped Dylan out of his thoughts.
By the time he glanced back, the woman had disappeared.
Following the butler to see Martin, Dylan found the old man looking healthy, his complexion rosy, as if fully recovered from his illness.
Dylan wasted no time and stated his reason for coming.
But the reply was unexpected: the miracle doctor had just left, barely moments ago.
Dylan was speechless.
The woman he had run into earlier, the one with freckles all over her face—was she the miracle doctor?
Knowing it was already too late to chase after her, Dylan quickly bid farewell to Martin.
To his surprise, the woman hadn’t left yet.
Seeing her car just start to pull away, Dylan hurried over, “Wait a sec—"
But his words were drowned out by the roar of the engine.
“Damn it!”
Now he was almost certain—this woman had something against him.
He quickly got into his car and chased after her.
As soon as Suzy saw the black luxurious car speeding after her in the rearview mirror, her brow furrowed.
Did he recognize her?
She wasn’t bragging, but her disguise was so flawless that not even her parents, if they were alive, would be able to recognize her.
And Dylan?
After three years of marriage, he had barely ever looked at her properly.
So why was he chasing her so relentlessly?
Just because she hadn’t apologized earlier?
With a cold smirk tugging at her lips, Suzy floored the gas pedal. "You owe me a lot more than I owe you!"
The red Maserati shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
"Interesting."
Dylan’s eyes narrowed as he accelerated.
The red car and the black one sped through the winding mountain roads, like two fierce predators locked in a relentless chase.
At first, Dylan was confident in his driving skills—he was a man, after all.
How could he not catch up to a woman?
But in the final stretch, the woman suddenly did a sharp U-turn and drove straight toward him.
He quickly jerked the steering wheel to the right, barely avoiding a collision.
However, the speed was too fast, and his car skidded into the mountainside.
Though he wasn’t hurt, his car stalled out.
Through the windshield, his eyes met hers.
She flashed him a playful smile, then gave him a thumbs-down, taunting him with a level of arrogance that sent his blood boiling.
Moments later, she reversed her car with impressive speed, leaving him in the dust.
"Red Falcon…"
She wasn’t just a miracle doctor; she was also an ace racer.
Although she wasn’t good-looking, her talents were undeniable.
But why did she harbor such animosity toward him?
Back at the office, the first thing Dylan did was instruct Desmond, "Dig into everything you can find on Red Falcon—leave no detail out."
He had to find out what he’d done to make her so mad at him.
Half an hour later, Desmond returned with a defeated expression.
"Sir, all the information on Red Falcon is locked behind a heavily encrypted firewall. We’ve switched through several tech experts, but none of them have been able to break in."
"...Send me the link."
…
"Boss, someone’s digging into your files!"
Allen handed his laptop to Suzy, who was lounging on the couch watching a show.
"It started about half an hour ago. They’ve cycled through a few people, and the latest one is pretty skilled. I’m having a hard time keeping them at bay."
"Is that so?" Suzy's eyes narrowed, and she sat up. "Let me handle this."
Her fingers flew across the keyboard, lines of code flashing rapidly on the screen.
Within minutes, she closed the laptop and tossed it back onto the couch, stretching lazily. "Let’s go grab something to eat."
Meanwhile, back at his desk, Dylan stared at the screen in disbelief as the code on his computer spelled out one word— LOSER!
He nearly smashed the computer in frustration.
Watching the taunting word flash on the screen and feeling the stormy tension building around Dylan, Desmond didn’t dare breathe too loudly.
Their boss’ hacking skills were top-tier, not just in South Avenue but globally, so how could this happen?
Noticing Dylan’s darkening expression, Desmond hesitated for a moment before offering a timid suggestion. "Sir, they probably don’t know it’s you, so I’m sure they didn’t mean it personally..."
"Get out!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Wait." Dylan stopped Desmond as he was about to leave. "Use the contact information the Goodwins provided. Offer her ten million dollars for the treatment."
The main goal was to get her to cure Anne’s poisoning—everything else was secondary.
A shadow flickered in Dylan’s eyes as he quickly formulated his next move.
…
Just as the food was being placed on the table, Allen’s phone rang.
It was from an unfamiliar number.
He glanced across the table at Suzy, who nodded, signaling him to answer.
He pressed the speakerphone button as he picked up.
"Is this the miracle doctor, Red Falcon?"
It was Desmond!
Suzy’s hand froze mid-motion as she was about to pick up her fork.
Was Dylan really that determined to get an apology from her?
Naturally, Dylan, who had never tasted defeat, couldn’t swallow his pride after being repeatedly taunted by her. Not wanting to get further entangled with him, Suzy motioned for Allen to hang up.
"I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong person."
Just as Allen was about to end the call, Desmond quickly interjected, "Wait, please! I have a patient who desperately needs the miracle doctor’s help. We’re willing to offer ten million dollars as payment for the treatment!"
Suzy paused, her expression unreadable.
So that was the real reason behind Dylan’s relentless pursuit?
Their encounter at the Goodwin family estate hadn’t been a coincidence after all?
For Dylan to personally reach out and offer such a high fee...
Concerned that it might involve Grace Lawson, Dylan’s grandmother, who had always been kind to her, Suzy used lip movements to instruct Allen to ask for more details.
Allen asked, "Can you provide some basic information about the patient? You can send it to my phone."
Hearing some progress, Desmond eagerly replied, "Of course, I’ll send it right away."
As soon as the call ended, Desmond sent over all the relevant details. The moment Suzy saw that the patient was Anne, she casually tossed the phone back to Allen.
"Tell them I don’t treat for money. I believe in destiny, and this patient is not fated to meet me.”
Allen blinked in confusion and thought, "Since when do you have such rules?"
Though Allen sensed something off about Suzy’s expression, he didn’t ask any questions.
Instead, he simply relayed her message to Desmond.
Upon receiving the response, Desmond immediately reported Suzy’s message to Dylan.
Dylan’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Add another ten million dollars!"
He couldn't believe she'd turn down that much money.
Suzy sneered. "Twenty million dollars?"
A twisted urge suddenly gripped her—she wanted to test just how much Dylan truly valued Anne.
Her eyes narrowed slyly. "Tell them I’ll make a house call for two hundred million dollars. Not a penny less."
