Chapter 481 You Stepped on My Medicine
Winona just earned herself a new title in Timothy's book: gold digger.
Man, what a shallow woman. Zachary must've been totally fooled by her looks. Once he sees her true colors, he'll definitely despise her.
Timothy shot Zachary a troubled look. "The company belongs to the Ramsey family. I'm not really part of the Ramsey family, so I can't make them break the contract for me. But I'll work hard to make money and won't let you suffer."
Zachary frowned, clearly not happy with Timothy's words. "Don't sell yourself short. If you want me to return the project to the Bailey family, I'll have Richard sort out the breach of contract fee as soon as I get back."
"Really?" Winona's eyes lit up as she looked at Timothy. "Timothy, Mr. Ramsey said it himself, you..."
Timothy glanced at Zachary, who was speaking so earnestly, and couldn't figure out if he was just clueless or doing it on purpose. But the words were already out there.
If Timothy refused, it would look fake if he later claimed to like Winona. If he agreed, he'd be unhappy.
Just as he was stuck in this dilemma, his phone rang. It was his alarm. He turned it off and pulled out the new meds Dr. Wilson had prescribed. "Time for your medicine."
"Isn't it supposed to be taken after meals?" Zachary frowned at the medicine Timothy took out and grabbed the bottle. "Why does the packaging look different?" he asked.
"This is a new medicine that just came out. It's more effective than the old one, and you don't have to take it as long. It needs to be taken before meals." Timothy signaled the waiter for a glass of warm water and handed Zachary two pills from the bottle.
When Zachary had confessed earlier, he hadn't mentioned what illness he had. Timothy was so concerned about Zachary taking his meds that he even set an alarm for it. These pills were probably sketchy, or Timothy was into guys. Thinking of this, Winona asked, "What illness does Mr. Ramsey have that needs long-term medication?"
Timothy replied, "He had a head injury before and often gets headaches."
"Headaches are serious. I have a friend whose grandfather is a top brain specialist, the kind who treats national leaders. I can pull some strings to have him check out Mr. Ramsey." Trying not to seem too eager and raise Timothy's suspicion, Winona added, "You just need to return the project you took from us."
Timothy started to say, "No..."
But Winona cut him off, "You care so much about Mr. Ramsey, you wouldn't disagree, right?"
"What kind of medicine is this? I'll take a picture and have my friend show it to her grandfather. New meds shouldn't be taken lightly; they might have side effects," Winona said, snatching the bottle from Timothy before he could refuse. "You're really lucky to have met me. My friend's grandfather is a very experienced doctor who no longer works. Only people with status can get him to see them."
She sounded so convincing that Zachary almost laughed. He knew all her connections, including the pets she had since childhood. She didn't even know a nurse, let alone a doctor.
Winona took out her phone to snap a picture and casually said, "Timothy, you have no idea how dangerous society is these days. Some people use others as guinea pigs to test new drugs. They don't want to try it themselves for fear of harming their own bodies, so they get acquaintances to sell the drugs as new ones and use others as test subjects."
Timothy hadn't seen this coming. Taking out the medicine was a spur-of-the-moment decision, so he hadn't disguised the bottle. If Winona really took a picture and had someone investigate, wouldn't Zachary's memory loss be exposed?"No need, Winona..." Timothy's voice was unusually high, and before Winona could react, he reached out to grab the bottle.
But Winona was so startled that she flinched, and the bottle flew out of her hand.
Since Timothy hadn't put the cap back on, the pills scattered everywhere—on the table, on the floor, you name it.
"Sorry," Winona said, quickly standing up to pick them up. "You startled me with your loud voice, so I..."
She apologized while picking up the pills, "These pills are dirty now. I'll buy you a new bottle."
Timothy gritted his teeth, taking a moment to calm down before saying, "It's okay."
He squatted down to help pick up the pills. As he lowered his head, his handsome and seemingly harmless face took on a dark expression, his eyes filled with a sinister intensity, like a ghost rising from hell.
While Timothy had his back to her, Winona curled her fingers, preparing to hide a pill in her sleeve.
Meanwhile, Zachary didn't join in the pill-picking. He just sat there, watching her every move, and gently shook his head at her.
But Winona didn't see him. She was too focused on figuring out how to avoid the surveillance and secretly hide a pill, so she missed his gesture.
Zachary said, "Timothy, how long will this bottle of medication last? Is it still the same as before, where I finish a bottle and then come back for a check-up to decide whether to continue? The company's been so busy that I really can't find the time."
Timothy replied, "This bottle has forty pills, enough for several days. The check-up only takes two or three hours. You can find some time, or have Dr. Wilson work overtime if necessary."
Hearing their conversation, Winona naturally placed the pill in her other hand, mixing it with the other pills she had picked up.
Timothy remembered the exact number of pills—truly sinister.
Winona glanced at Timothy's back, feeling disgusted. She chose to turn around and pick up the pills behind her—out of sight, out of mind.
If she couldn't openly hide a pill, what if it was one that couldn't be picked up?
"Winona." Timothy's chilling voice suddenly came from behind her, sending shivers down her spine. "You just stepped on my pill."
Hearing this, Winona jumped like a startled rabbit. Fortunately, she had learned her lesson this time and clenched her hand tightly, preventing the pills in her palm from flying out again.
"What?" she asked, belatedly realizing what Timothy had said and looked down at her feet.
She was wearing small leather shoes today, and a pill was right under her heel, crushed into powder.
"Sorry, I didn't see it." Winona quickly apologized, placed the pills in her hand on the table, grabbed a tissue to wrap the crushed pill, rolled it into a ball, and threw it into a nearby trash can.
She looked guilty, nervously clasping her hands in front of her, with her head down and lips tightly pressed together, as if afraid Timothy would scold her. Cautious and timid, she said, "I'm sorry. How much does the medicine cost? I'll pay for it."
Timothy remained silent, thinking her cowardly and worldly. How could such a woman be worthy of Zachary?
Because of this incident, none of them felt like having coffee anymore, and they decided to leave.
After leaving the café, it was already the end of the workday, but Winona's car was still at the company, so she had to go back to get it.
Knowing that parking was difficult around here, she had taken the subway.
However, at this hour, both taxis and subways were very crowded. Since it wasn't far, Winona decided to walk.
Her car was parked in a remote spot because she had arrived late this morning, and the closer spots were already taken.
Just as she unlocked her car, a figure quickly approached her from behind. Winona caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to run. Just as she was about to scream for help, the person covered her mouth.
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