"Two hundred million dollars?"
Dylan barely hesitated. "Deal!"
Three years ago, after being drugged during an ambush, a girl saved his life despite being seriously injured herself.
After a night together, the girl disappeared by morning.
It had been too dark that night to see her face clearly, but he vaguely remembered a faint, distinctive scent on her, like some kind of herbal remedy.
After investigating, he traced it back to the Wheeler family.
Anne had been frail and sickly since childhood and had relied on natural remedies for years.
According to her, on the day he was attacked, she was kidnapped and managed to escape. Along the way, she encountered him.
Ignoring her own safety, she dragged her wounded body and gave herself to him to save his life.
At the time, she was only eighteen.
Anne saved his life, and he promised her marriage. Even though his grandmother, Grace, disapproved, he vowed never to marry anyone else.
Yet out of nowhere, Suzy showed up.
She orchestrated a heroic act, earning Grace’s favor, and step by step, manipulated Grace into forcing him to marry her.
With her goal achieved, Suzy saw Anne as a thorn in her side, constantly picking fights.
Lately, things had escalated — first, a kidnapping, and now poisoning...
Two hundred million dollars, or even more — as long as someone was willing to help save Anne, he’d pay any price.
He owed Anne too much.
…
Meanwhile, Allen immediately informed Suzy after receiving a response. "Boss, they've agreed."
He agreed…
It was impossible not to feel something.
After all, she had loved Dylan for so many years.
She couldn’t help but wonder, if it were her who was poisoned, would he do the same?
No, he wouldn’t!
He’d wish for her death as soon as possible. That way, no one would stand in the way of him and Anne ever again.
Suzy clenched her fists, suppressing the aching pain in her heart. "Deal!"
It was two hundred million dollars — since he was foolish and rich, why shouldn’t she take advantage of it?
But...
Who exactly poisoned Anne?
What was the motive?
And as for the previous kidnapping, after investigating all this while, there was still no answer.
There must be a connection somewhere.
It seemed a visit to the hospital tonight was necessary, to first determine the exact poison in Anne's system before following the clues.
That night, when all was quiet, Suzy, dressed in a nurse uniform prepared by Allen, sneaked into Anne’s hospital room.
The girl on the bed had a ghostly pale face and weak breathing.
Dylan would probably be heartbroken seeing her like this.
It was said that Anne had once saved Dylan, which was why he held her dear.
In fact, they were quite similar; Suzy also fell in love with Dylan on the night he saved her.
A self-mocking smile curled her lips.
Suzy had schemed to marry him, thinking he was single.
After all, rumors had it that he was indifferent to women and devoted only to his work, to the extent that his grandmother who raised him suspected he was gay!
It was only after marriage that Suzy found out he had a girl he liked; it was just that Grace did not approve of Anne, so she never mentioned Anne in front of Suzy.
Three years ago, while Suzy thought she was using Grace, wasn’t Grace actually using her too?
Remembering that shrewd old lady, Suzy chuckled softly. "Age certainly does sharpen the wit!"
Not wanting to waste more time, Suzy reached out to check Anne’s condition.
Her brows furrowed instantly; her condition appeared to be…
Indeed it was!
Her expression suddenly changed.
Suzy pulled out a syringe from her pocket, aimed the needle at a vein in Anne's left arm, and was about to insert it when her hand was suddenly grabbed.
Using all her strength, Anne clutched the intruder's wrist. "Who sent you?"
The medical staff in and out of this hospital room were carefully selected, and Anne knew each one well. The moment she saw the person in front of her, she knew something was off.
Unimpressed by Anne’s awakening, Suzy shook off her hand and continued her previous action.
As the sharp needle tip was about to pierce into her arm, Anne suddenly pushed Suzy and quickly sat up from the bed, reaching for the call button by the bedside.
However, before she could touch it, her arm was pinned against the wall.
Though most of the intruder's face was hidden by a mask, the chilling glare from her eyes was like a sword laced with murderous intent.
Anne became even more panicked. “I am Dylan’s most beloved woman. If you dare hurt me, he will never forgive you…”
“Slap!”
After slapping Anne, Suzy grabbed her chin. "If you don’t want to die, keep quiet!"
Her face stung from the slap, and her jaw felt like it was about to be crushed.
However, from the intruder's words, it seemed she wasn’t here to kill her.
Anne’s fear slightly subsided, and she stopped struggling.
Seeing her finally quiet down, Suzy released her chin.
After drawing the blood with the needle and finishing her task, Suzy removed the needle and left, not caring about the still bleeding puncture site.
Having suffered such a grievance, Anne was not about to let it go.
She quickly pressed the call button, “Someone is trying to kill…”
Before she could finish, her throat was grabbed.
The woman's speed was alarmingly fast, shocking Anne.
“I didn’t want to kill you…” Suzy’s fingers tightened inch by inch around her neck. “But since you seem tired of living, I’ll grant your wish!”
This wasn’t just a threat; Suzy genuinely intended to kill Anne.
Indeed, Anne was no saint; she was quite skilled in manipulating situations.
Over the past three years, she had framed others multiple times.
Suzy had been patient only because Anne was Dylan’s favorite.
Now...
She didn’t care about who he loved.
Furthermore, Anne owed Suzy that much.
If it hadn’t been for her protection, Anne wouldn’t have survived long enough for Dylan to rescue her from the kidnappers.
Seeing Anne's face turn red with difficulty breathing and veins popping on her forehead, the murderous intent in Suzy's eyes deepened.
Just a bit more pressure and Anne’s life would be over!
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached.
They were distant, inaudible to most, but Suzy, with her exceptional hearing, could hear them clearly.
It was Dylan!
She felt a bit disgusted by how familiar she was with his steps.
As the footsteps grew closer, Suzy’s gaze hardened, and with a swift motion, she knocked Anne unconscious with a sharp blow to the neck.
After all, Anne was worth two hundred million dollars—there was no reason to turn down that kind of money.
Shifting her gaze slightly, Suzy quickly opened the door to the balcony and then slipped into the bathroom.
The next second, the door was pushed open.
Dylan entered, his eyes falling on the open sliding door to the balcony.
His brows furrowed as he instructed Desmond, who followed behind him.
"Close the door..."
His words were cut off by a startled cry.
"Ah..."
Anne, who had thought she was doomed, suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, gasping for air in terror.
"Did I wake you? I've been too busy these last few days to visit. How are you feeling?" Dylan walked to the bedside, noticing her distressed expression. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Turning and seeing Dylan, Anne immediately threw herself into his arms, showing him the marks on her neck and the needle mark on her arm, "Mr. Dylan, just now, a woman disguised as a nurse drew my blood and then tried to strangle me."
