Chapter 551 Apology
The man known as "the Doctor" adjusted his glasses. "In theory, 0.1 milligrams should only cause temporary unconsciousness and memory confusion. But..."
"But what?"
"If the subject has a history of heart disease, it could lead to severe consequences," the Doctor answered cautiously. "And this drug is still in the experimental phase, with many uncontrollable factors."
Michael's lips curled into a cold smile. "That's enough. I just need him to disappear for a while."
He pulled out his phone and showed a photo of George. "Remember, just incapacitate him. No fatalities."
The Doctor nodded, carefully placing the vial into a special container. "It takes effect within 24 hours, with symptoms resembling a sudden stroke. The hospital won't find anything unusual."
Outside the café's glass window, the sunlight grew increasingly intense. George's long fingers tapped lightly on the table, his eyes reflecting deep thought.
"Joshua, I need you to go to Elsera," he suddenly said, his voice low and firm. "But not Sunterra."
Joshua was slightly taken aback. "Why avoid Sunterra? Our biggest partner is there."
"Precisely because of that," George said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Michael must have planted spies there. I need you to go to Celestria, Aquilonia, and Sylvanor, and secretly contact the old clients who were close to my grandfather."
George pulled a neatly folded list from his suit pocket and handed it to Joshua. "These people can be trusted."
Joshua unfolded the list, which was densely packed with names and contact information, some marked with a red pen. He looked up at George. "You've been preparing for this?"
"I lost the Russell Group a long time ago. I haven't been idle," George said with a meaningful smile. "The timing just wasn't right."
Joshua suddenly realized something. "So you're staying at Lakeside Haven..."
"I'll hold down the fort," George's gaze sharpened. "And give Michael a few 'surprises.'"
Back at the hospital's psychology clinic, George put on the bandages that covered his eyes again. In the elevator, he "accidentally" bumped into Phoenix, who was about to go downstairs.
"Sorry, Mr. Russell!" Phoenix hurriedly steadied George.
George "fumbled" to grab her wrist, holding on a second longer than necessary. "Ms. Lewis? Your perfume is quite unique."
Phoenix's face turned red instantly. "Mr. Russell, you remember my scent?"
"When you can't see, your other senses become sharper," George said with a gentle smile, his fingers lightly brushing Phoenix's wrist before letting go. "The coffee you made for me last time was excellent."
This scene was witnessed by Wanda, who had just stepped out of the consultation room. Her fingers, painted a bright red, gripped the folder tightly, a flash of malice in her eyes.
During lunch break, Wanda cornered Phoenix in the restroom.
"I heard Mr. Russell thinks highly of you?" Wanda approached with a saccharine smile.
"Dr. Salazar, you misunderstand. I'm just doing my job."
"Is that so?" Wanda suddenly grabbed Phoenix's wrist, the same spot George had touched that morning. "Then explain why Mr. Russell would have a private conversation with you?"
"Dr. Salazar, you're hurting me!"
Wanda abruptly let go, pulling out a wet wipe from her bag and slowly wiping her hands. "Remember your place, a criminal who will never see the light of day. Don't get any ideas."
Before leaving, Wanda added meaningfully, "By the way, work overtime tonight and organize the old case files left by the previous psychologist. The storage room is very quiet; no one will disturb you."
After the restroom door closed, Phoenix hesitated for a moment before dialing a number. "Mr. Russell, Dr. Salazar, she..."
In the evening, George "fumbled" his way into Wanda's office.
"Mr. Russell?" Wanda stood up in surprise, quickly walking over to support him. "What brings you here?"
George allowed her to assist him, a faint smile on his lips. "I heard you've been working hard lately. I wanted to invite you to dinner."
Wanda was flattered. "I couldn't possibly accept. Your eyes... I should be the one taking care of you."
"It's fine. I've already booked a restaurant," George said, tilting his head slightly. "But Ms. Lewis mentioned you were working overtime?"
A flash of triumph crossed Wanda's eyes. "Yes, there are some old case files that need organizing. I sent her to the storage room."
"I see," George said casually. "Ms. Lewis is very good. I like her."
Wanda's heart skipped a beat. She looked at George's bandaged eyes, unable to discern the deeper meaning behind his words.
Like? What kind of like?
At 9 PM, in the hospital's underground storage room.
Phoenix was alone, organizing the mountain of files under dim lighting. Suddenly, the overhead light flickered a few times and went out completely.
"What's going on?" She frantically pulled out her phone for light, only to find there was no signal.
A faint noise came from the darkness, and the iron door of the storage room slowly closed. Phoenix rushed over, but the door was already locked.
"Is anyone there? Open the door!" She pounded on the iron door, her voice echoing in the empty storage room.
Just then, Phoenix smelled something strange... like burning wires. She turned to see a faint red glow behind the stacks of files.
"Fire!" Phoenix screamed in panic.
Flames quickly engulfed the piles of files, thick smoke rising. Phoenix pounded on the door desperately, her nails screeching against the metal.
"Help! Is anyone there?" Her voice was hoarse, tears streaming from the smoke.
Just as she was about to give up hope, the iron door was suddenly kicked open. A man wearing a black mask rushed in, followed by two similarly dressed individuals.
"Move!" The man grabbed Phoenix's wrist with such force that it felt like he might crush her bones.
Phoenix was roughly dragged out of the storage room. As they reached the safety corridor, a loud explosion came from behind, the storage room blowing up. The heat wave nearly knocked her to her knees.
"Useless," a clear male voice came from above.
Phoenix looked up to see a young man in a casual hoodie standing at the stairwell corner, holding a golden retriever. He looked like a college student, with a harmless smile but eyes as cold as ice.
"Kieran," Phoenix trembled, knowing how terrifying this seemingly harmless Kieran could be.
In a secluded villa on the outskirts, Wanda was roughly pushed into the living room. When she saw Phoenix kneeling on the floor, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
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