Six's complexion showed no signs of any problems. In terms of vitality, he probably had more than Alex, who had a glib tongue. "Dr. Jones, how's Six's heart?" Alex asked from behind. Melanie looked around at everyone's concerned expressions. She didn't want to expose Six’s lies, especially when it involved other people. Moreover, whether Six lied or not had nothing to do with her. Melanie smiled and replied vaguely, "Since he has already started taking medication, he should continue to take it on time and in the prescribed dosage for it to be effective." "Did you find any other problems?" At this point, the tall bodyguard in the group asked. "None," Melanie replied truthfully. "Your medical skills are nothing special!" the tall bodyguard muttered. "Who are you talking about?" Alex immediately puffed up his chest like a proud rooster. Melanie sneered, "Traditional medicine and western medicine are. The diagnosis of heart problems with imaging is naturally more accurate
As Melanie thought about this, she saw Hank not even glancing at the woman, but going straight to the back, busy instructing his men. They spread out a map and began to plan something. After the planning was finished, Hank sat alone in his seat, closing his eyes to rest. During this time, he didn’t pay any attention to the woman, and the woman didn't approach Hank either... It seemed like they didn't even know each other. If this woman was just temporarily brought in, serving Hank for the first time, she didn't seem interested in pleasing him. That was a bit strange... - The helicopter flew steadily all the way. Professor Marshall said to Melanie, "You can rest for a while. It will probably take another half an hour to get there." "Okay." Melanie nodded. She was just about to take a rest as Professor Marshall suggested when suddenly... "Boom!" A loud noise rang out. The helicopter began to shake violently. If she hadn't been wearing her seatbelt, she felt li
"Mr. Castillo..." Melanie subconsciously muttered. "Come with me!" Hank didn't want to waste words, grabbed her collar, and pulled her out of the pile of rocks. "Except here, there's nowhere to hide!" Being dragged by him, Melanie was anxious. "Others aren't idiots. Do you want to wait for them to come and deliver your head to them?" Hank didn't look back, running ahead. Fortunately, Melanie was wearing flats. Even so, she could barely keep up with his speed after giving it her all. She suddenly realized that Hank's words made sense. In the entire field, there were only large rocks here that were suitable for hiding. If the enemy caught up, they would definitely search it... Yet, after running for a while, she suddenly realized that their pursuers might not be her enemies. Perhaps they were only Hank's enemies? At this thought, she slowed down her pace. Just then, several of Hank's bodyguards quickly approached him and gathered, saying, "Sir, Nathan's people are chasing
After running for a long time once again, Melanie was so exhausted that she couldn't catch her breath. But just then, they heard dogs barking behind them. This time, Melanie and Hank immediately became vigilant. They hurriedly bent down and hid in the weeds. The weeds were very tall and dense. Logically, it would be difficult for people chasing from afar to discover them. However, they heard the barks getting closer and closer, directly approaching their hiding spot! Hank frowned, estimating the distance. Then, he suddenly stood up, raised his gun, and began shooting. "Bang, bang, bang!" His marksmanship was extremely accurate. Every shot hit its mark! Melanie heard three muffled sounds not far away as three figures fell. "Let's go!" Hank said immediately. After speaking, he turned and continued to run wildly in the weeds, pulling Melanie along. "Stop running. They have dogs with them. Dogs can track your scent, so no matter where you go, they can still find you." M
A few seconds later, Hank and Melanie both breathed a sigh of relief. This was because the barking from behind had faded into the distance as the doges veered off, heading in another direction rather than toward them. Hank finally stopped, turning around to look at Melanie, who had fallen behind quite a distance. He encouraged, "Hang in there. The highway is in front!” Melanie was exhausted from running. She struggled to lift her head and saw, as expected, a wide highway in the distance. There were cars passing by. Great! They were finally saved! She summoned her remaining strength to catch up to Hank and finally had the opportunity to carefully inspect his abdominal injury, which was now bleeding more profusely. "Can your injury hold up?" she asked again. "I’m fine," Hank replied casually, as if the injury wasn't his. "Let's go! It's still not safe here." With that, he quickened his pace. However, his injuries were severe, and he clearly couldn’t run anymore. He
However, Hank was still blinking at her... Melanie's mind raced. Clearly, Hank had already been planning something behind the scenes. The fact that he was so clear-headed now indicated that he had pretended to faint earlier. His purpose, perhaps, was to make the person driving lower their guard, thinking he had no strength left, and that there was only a powerless woman in the back seat. There was nothing to fear. Melanie also calmed down and began to play along with Hank's act. She turned to the driver and pretended to be anxious as she pleaded, "Could you please take us to the hospital, the nearest one? Please!" "There's no hospital nearby..." the driver replied vaguely. Just as expected. If this driver were an ordinary person, shouldn't he ask who they were and why they were injured? But this driver only kept saying there was no hospital, and despite seeing Hank losing so much blood, his expression remained calm. At that moment, several large trucks roared past, blar
Without assistance, the surgery took longer than expected, and by the time the bullet was finally removed, an hour had passed. Melanie was exhausted, and Hank had fallen into a deep sleep under the effect of anesthesia. "Buzz." At the bedside, Hank's phone received a message, lighting up the screen. Melanie glanced at it unintentionally, seeing a brief message that read, "Sir, as per your instructions, it has been taken care of." Below the message notification, Melanie saw his phone wallpaper, which was a photo. In the photo, there was a family of four—parents and two sons. It looked very warm. It was hard to believe that this was the wallpaper of a cold-blooded killer's phone... She sat on the floor and rested her upper body on the sofa, her eyes threatening to close. She was just too tired, but she dared not sleep. She was afraid someone would barge in, and she was also afraid of the man on the bed... - After about half an hour of dozing off, Hank suddenly wok
When Melanie was young, she often stayed at her grandfather's house during summer and winter vacations. She had also curiously asked why her grandfather hung a wooden pendant at the head of the bed, which looked like something for girls. She couldn't remember her grandfather’s answer at the time, but that pendant never left his bedside. It wasn't until he passed away and her parents went to his house to pack up his belongings that the pendant was brought back to their home in Harbor City. By then, she had grown up and had started to remember more things. She remembered holding the pendant and asking her father what significance it held for her grandfather. Her father had said at the time that before her grandfather married her grandmother, he had been married once before, and it seemed he had a child as well. Perhaps this was a keepsake from that family... Melanie thought back repeatedly, confirming that she hadn't misremembered her father's words. She was also sure that