Chapter 425: Being Watched
The big ol' bed was draped in layers of colorful silk, showing off just how much the owner cared about the details.
Arthur gently tucked Elodie's stray hair behind her ear, his eyes soft with affection.
Right then, there was a light knock on the door.
"Come in," Arthur said.
In walked a woman with black-framed glasses, a white shirt, and black pants. It was Elara Cane, the Hernandez family's private doc.
Seeing Arthur by the bed, Elara asked respectfully, "Mr. Hernandez, should I start the treatment now or wait?"
Arthur looked at her and said calmly, "Now."
"Alright," Elara replied.
Arthur stepped aside, and Elara got her tools ready, starting with a soothing head massage for Elodie.
Elara's movements were super careful and serious. She'd done this massage a bunch of times, but she was still in awe of Elodie's beauty. Her face was like something out of a myth, getting more mature and alluring with time.
No wonder Arthur had kept her hidden in this underground castle for years.
Arthur watched the whole treatment. Even though Elara had been with him for nearly ten years, he still didn't trust her. Heck, he didn't trust anyone.
After thirty minutes, Elara finished up.
Just then, Arthur's phone rang. He took it out, glanced at it, and answered.
"Arthur," came Audrey's voice.
"Yeah," Arthur said, still watching Elara.
"How long does the last injection you gave me last?" Audrey asked.
Arthur replied, "It varies. For some, it lasts a month; for others, two to three months."
"If I use the last dose, will it really work like you said?"
Arthur chuckled coldly. "Audrey, you're still not ruthless enough."
"Arthur, I just..." Audrey started.
"Enough!" Arthur snapped, "I'm not your dad. Figure it out yourself!"
He hung up abruptly.
"Ah!" Elara suddenly exclaimed by the bedside.
"Elodie!" Arthur rushed over. Elodie was lying there, looking perfect, no signs of injury.
"Why the scream?" Arthur asked. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped Elara.
"I..." She stammered, unable to speak.
Following her gaze, Arthur saw a drop of blood on Elodie's finger.
"You hurt her?" Arthur said, his voice icy.
"It was because..." Elara started.
Before she could finish, a shadow flashed before her eyes.
Arthur raised his hand and slapped Elara hard.
"Ah!" Elara cried out, hitting the ground with a loud thud. She clutched her numb, swollen face, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, evidence of Arthur's ruthlessness.
"Dr. Cane," Arthur's tone became gentle and calm again, his thin lips curving into a smile, but his words sent chills down her spine.
"This is the first time," he said.
Elara felt like a hot iron clamp had seared her heart. The last time he said this was still vivid in her memory.
Last time someone got a warning like that, he vanished after their second screw-up. Not long after, some fishermen found a half-eaten body by sharks on a nearby shore.
Elara overheard the bodyguards chatting at the door. That unidentified body was that guy. His face was bloated from the water, but still barely recognizable. The bodyguards, feeling sorry for him, pooled their money to buy the half body and gave it a proper burial.
So whenever Arthur said that, it meant no second chances for mistakes.
Elara trembled violently, swallowing back the words she wanted to say, and dreaded looking at Arthur.
"Get out!" Arthur's command to leave felt like a pardon. Elara stumbled to her feet and ran out in a sorry state, but even then, she didn't forget to close the door.
As the door closed, she saw Arthur getting to his knees on the ground, holding Elodie's slender finger, and gently sucking the dried blood like it was a precious treasure.
That kind of gentle yet gloomy expression was terrifying to her.
Elara hurried downstairs, still thinking about what had just happened. Just now, when she finished the treatment, Elodie's fingers moved.
Since falling from the balcony five years ago, Elodie had been in a coma. At first, Arthur tried every method, but none worked. Later, he started having Elara treat Elodie, and it had been five years. Although there was still no improvement, Arthur never gave up.
Now, was Elodie finally going to wake up?
But Elara didn't dare tell Arthur now. If it was just a fleeting moment, she might end up like the man before.
At the company, Molly sat at her desk, with Robert's man watching her. She picked up her coffee, about to drink, but spilled it all over her white suit. She cursed under her breath and then went to the company's break room.
As she entered, the black-clad bodyguard was still following her, and Molly pressed her hand against his chest to stop him. "What, did Mr. Perot instruct you to watch me even when I shower?"
The black-clad man said sternly, "Ms. Koch, I'm sorry, but Zack instructed me to stay by your side at all times."
"Alright," Molly said, hooking his tie with a seductive smile, "come in."
This gesture would be hard for any man to resist, and the black-clad bodyguard's ears turned red instantly. He suppressed his excitement and followed her in.
Unexpectedly, Molly took off her suit jacket without hesitation and threw it at the man's feet. She was wearing a black strapless top underneath, her slender waist exposed. The simplest black, on her, was the ultimate allure.
The black-clad bodyguard coughed lightly, "Sorry, Ms. Koch, could you please change inside?"
"Who said I was going to change?" Molly slowly walked up to the black-clad bodyguard and kicked off her high heels to reveal her full toes.
Then, she traced circles on the man's shoulder with her finger, her voice sultry and lazy as she said, "Don't you men know that when coffee is spilled on you, you need a shower?"
Seeing the man's flushed face, she lifted her finger to tilt his chin, smiling even more seductively. "Perfect, you can check for Mr. Perot if his woman still has a good figure or not. How about that?"
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