Arielle’s brows furrowed in concern. Her sixth sense told her it was a setup.
Who would want to do this to Vinson, though?
Suddenly, someone popped up in her mind.
She turned to Carter. “Did you monitor that person who placed the bomb? Could it be him?”
“We’ve thought of that and planted Harvey as a spy. Though he hasn’t infiltrated them completely, he
discovered they’re currently in the middle of an important deal with a mysterious family. They don’t have
the time for this.”
Arielle nodded in understanding as her confusion heightened.
If it isn’t him, who could it be? Is it really a coincidence? Or is there indeed something wrong with Soir
Coffee’s food?
As her nails dug into her palm, Arielle urged, “You said you needed my help. Explain.”
“It’s about the patient,” Carter revealed grimly. “The previous customers got better swiftly, but this
particular customer is still in a critical condition. I need your help to check him out. Can you do that?”
Arielle inclined her head. “I’ll do my best.”
Carter heaved a sigh of relief before letting out a self deprecating chuckle.
Not long ago, he had his doubts about her medical skills. Now, instead of going to the best doctor he
had, he came to Arielle for help.
The more he thought about it, the more absurd it felt.
Arielle might be an expert in psychological illnesses, but this is different. I wonder if she can do it.
It didn’t take long for Carter to dispel his doubts, for he believed that she was the best doctor in the whole
wide world.
He floored the accelerator and picked up speed.
“Before heading to the hospital, we need to stop at Nightshire Group and enter through the back
entrance. I need to inform Vin and ask him to come with us,” he explained.
Even if they wanted to treat the customer, his family might refuse to let them butt in.
“All right,” Arielle agreed. She promptly urged, “Hurry!”
If the customer’s condition is as serious as he claims, it will be a race against time.
Carter sped up. He ran two red lights before arriving at Nightshire Group.
Though Arielle expected the chaos, she realized it was worse than what she had imagined earlier.
The once empty area before Nightshire Group’s building was crowded.
The protesters even held up banners to attract everyone else’s attention.
Nightshire Group poisoned their customers! We demand the closure of Soir Coffee!
Shut Soir Coffee down to protect the consumers!
Soir Coffee, a subsidiary under Nightshire Group, is killing innocent people!
After Carter parked the car, a group of people with white bandannas marched over while clanging
cymbals noisily. The word “protest” painted in red over their bandannas immediately caught the
bystanders’ attention.
Nightshire Group’s entrance was packed, so Carter’s car was instantly surrounded by people, too.
Frowning, Carter whipped out his phone to call Vinson, but the latter’s phone was engaged.
“I’ll head up to look for him,” Carter said. He added, “Now that the place is crowded, I’m afraid they’ll
recognize you and harm you in a fit of rage. Stay in the car. I’ll be back with Vin soon.”
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