If Cynthia had been clear-headed enough at that time and had observed more closely, she would have spotted the inconsistencies. However, people are not machines. Even the most intelligent and rational person can be negligent, and there was no opportunity for her to rectify this particular oversight. In the next two days, Cynthia took care of matters at the Arch International Group, then met with Yves. Although Joshua's bullet had been removed, leaving Yves with no further involvement, she still wanted to know more. Yves and Cynthia had a good relationship, so he answered all of her questions and agreed to the favor she asked when she left. Sean was busy around the clock with matters concerning Joshua. On the 23rd of the month, Sean found a breakthrough just as his assistant rushed in, looking flustered. "Boss... there's... there's a visitor." "Get rid of him. There's no need to panic," Sean said nonchalantly. "This person is... a bit special. You should meet him," his assista
"I'm not hiding anything. Joshua is my patient. It's my duty as a doctor to ensure he gets to rest in a peaceful environment, undisturbed by anyone," Sean replied, maintaining eye contact with Yves. "And if I insist on seeing him?" Yves, in a rare show of emotion, challenged him. Sean smiled slightly. "You won't get in. There are three doors between here and the medical room where Joshua is. Only someone with the correct password can enter." Yves rose from his seat, his hair was disheveled as before. He gave Sean a final look before exiting the meeting room. Just when Sean thought Yves was leaving the base he had sworn never to return to, Yves approached the first of the password-protected doors. Face recognition, retina scan, fingerprint identification, password, any of these could grant access. Yves studied the screen for a moment, then tapped a few keys. First attempt: password incorrect.Second attempt: password incorrect. Sean listened to the mechanical voice announc
Yves looked at him, emotionless. As if to say, 'How childish.' Sean averted his eyes, not wanting to meet Yves' gaze. "You should leave now." "If you dare to erase her from Joshua's memory, she will make your life a living hell," Yves warned, his expression unchanging. "Is that so?" "Yes, indeed." "I know she is Ms. Yates from the Yates family, and I know she has wide connections. But to say she can make my life a living hell, isn't that underestimating me a bit?" Sean responded dismissively. If she were still Joshua's wife, perhaps he might have believed it a bit. The title 'Ms. Yates from the Yates family' surely held significant power, but to him, she was nothing more than a rich young lady. Yves did not try the password again and started to walk toward the exit. Sean followed him. He was not even sure why he was doing so. He knew that Yves did not want him around, yet he could not control his feet. "Ms. Yates from the Yates family may not be enough, but what abo
If he upset her, his future could indeed be bleak. Yves, having caught his reaction, gave Sean a sidelong glance. Sean's mind worked fast. As soon as Yves looked his way, he knew he had given himself away. "Tell her that I will certainly not keep anything from her. Whatever she wants to know, I will report. I just hope she can keep her promise." "What promise?" Yves was quite concerned about Cynthia. For him, Cynthia was a friend and a sister. Although she was K, in his heart, she was just an ordinary girl with a pure heart and an innocent personality. "Nothing much. Safe travels." Sean voluntarily withdrew from the passenger seat. Yves kept his gaze fixated on him. Sean had always been somewhat timid around Yves. Given the predicament with K weighing heavily on his mind, Sean quickly conceded, "I assure you, it's nothing!" However, Yves continued to stare. "Joshua doesn't want anything to do with her. However, she wanted to know about him, so she offered me a hundred
"I suspected as much," Cynthia replied, her voice reflecting a certain gravity. Over the past couple of days, she had carefully considered the entire situation and felt that something was not adding up. However, she could not pinpoint exactly what was off, so she asked Yves to help her investigate. "If you really want to know, I can investigate tonight. Help me crack the third door's code," Yves suggested to Cynthia. "No need. If he wishes to hide something, let him. As long as he can help Joshua recover, it does not matter what secrets he keeps," Cynthia replied with a dismissive tone, uninterested in prying too much into the matter. "Understood." "Thank you for your efforts." "Sure." With the call ended, Cynthia redirected her attention back to her conversation with Yoel. Under normal circumstances, learning that Cynthia was K would have caused Yoel to be overcome with excitement, quickly grabbing a notepad for her autograph. However, at this moment, his emotions wer
Cynthia was simply trying to shield Daphne and Old Man Neal from worry. After exiting the Neal Group's building, she retreated to her car. She leaned her head against the backrest and allowed her mind to wander aimlessly. Only today did she discover from Yoel what Yves had meant by Joshua's fever episode before the most recent one. She never imagined her forgiveness would trigger such a potent emotional shock in Joshua. Even less did she anticipate that he had been in the hospital beset by a high fever and receiving intravenous therapy on the day she had told him about her impending kidnap. His prolonged fever and a night spent in the cold seaside breeze without relief exacerbated his condition. Without this unfortunate sequence of events, the gunshot wound he later suffered might not have had such devastating consequences. As she dwelled on these thoughts, Cynthia felt a heaviness press upon her chest. She was at a loss as to how things had spiraled to this point. If she had kno
Matthew pulled out his phone and quickly sent a message before answering her question. "Have you not always wanted to try paragliding?" Cynthia paused. She recalled a past conversation they had had. She had mentioned wanting to fully immerse herself in a paragliding experience, to fly freely alone, to experience a true sense of relaxation. However, it had been four full years since she last had such an experience. "This location is one of the best paragliding sites in the world. The conditions today are perfect for paragliding. We are the only ones here, and you can enjoy yourself as you please," Matthew spoke up as a man approached them. "Captain..." Cynthia hesitated. "Go, get the gear on." Matthew said, taking the equipment from the young coach who had walked over and handed it to Cynthia, "Take some time to unwind." Cynthia did not refuse. The environment was indeed breathtaking. "Alright," she agreed. As Cynthia went to get equipped, the young coach approached Matthew
Throughout the flight, she reveled in the immersive experience. Matthew remained not far from her. A slight smile curved his thin lips, a look of relief reflected in his dark eyes. The weather was perfect that day, and Cynthia enjoyed a full two hours of flight. By the end of it, all the burdens she had been carrying seemed to dissipate. She had come to a complete understanding. "No kidding. Where did you find her? She's so attractive, and her flying skills are impressive. Does she have a sister? Can you introduce me?" said the handsome young coach, seizing the opportunity to gossip with Matthew after taking off his gear. "Even if she had one, it's none of your business," Matthew replied slowly, his lips barely moving. The young coach draped an arm around Matthew's shoulders. "Come on. Given our close relationship, would you really leave me to lead a lonely life?" Catching Cynthia walking over out of the corner of his eye, Matthew casually retorted, "Her sister isn't into old