Coolest Girl in Town

Eventually, Zephyr relented. "Fine, you sly old fox. I shall treat your wife." He heaved a long sigh of resignation. "But you must promise me never to sell this house, demolish it, or use it to threaten me again." I have to put all the security measures in place in case this b*stard comes after me again.

Alexander's lips curled in a fake smile. "If you're that worried about the property, why didn't you take ownership of it?"

"I reserve my right to refuse to answer." Zephyr put his hands in his pockets, refusing to elaborate further.

"Of course." Alexander stopped pressing for answers. "Now tell me what you need. Anything you can come up with, I'll get them for you. No matter how expensive."

"Ah, I can purchase the herbs myself. Just foot the bill for me. Now, let me see the wound." Zephyr composed himself and got into his work mode.

"Let's take this to the study."

Elise was wearing a mask to hide her scarred face from the public. When they finally entered the study, she took her mask down. Zephyr was a little surprised to see her true looks, but it would take more than that to shock him. I see why she won't show her face. "I won't tell anyone."

"I trust that you won't." Alexander had faith in the doctor. "Now, check her wound."

Zephyr nodded and approached Elise, the look on his face solemn. "I'll need you to show your wound, Elise. Might have some skin contact, so pardon me." He was a professional, but he had to make that disclaimer just in case Alexander got jealous.

"It's alright. I'll be counting on you." She pushed her hair upward, revealing the scar on her left forehead. It ran from her temples to the corner of her eye.

furrowed his brows. "This

you can do this." Alexander wanted a

my best." Can't say I can't

can't trust men, especially the

is Irvin.

family was made

Godmother?" Little Alexia was eager

you have to ignore

learn his lesson, Godmother. That always

done with his diagnosis, he came down to the lounge and caught a break. It was then that Alexia used Irvin's leftover drug to spike Zephyr's water. She then served it to

no exception. He was about to drink the water, but just before he did, Zephyr caught a whiff of a unique scent coming from the glass. He paused for a moment, but then he finished the water and handed the glass back to Alexia with a

it on the coffee table that was further away so her parents

out a needle and poked the girl's nape with it. Then he tucked the needle away and crossed his legs, scrolling

staring at him, waiting for the drug to kick in, but almost fifteen minutes had gone by, and yet Zephyr remained fine. Impatient, the girl asked, "Aren't you feeling anything, mister?" That was when she felt her neck getting itchy. She scratched it only for that sensation to extend down to her back. Her arms weren't long enough to reach that part of her back, and the itch was

leaned over to her. Evilly, he said, "I figured out the stuff you spiked my drink with when I was fifteen, and I got vaccinated against it. It's ineffective on me. Now, tell me who

better than the one he made. The one who made that drug must be a talented doctor as well, or so

sell her brother out, so she kept trying to scratch the itch, but to no avail. When her father showed up, the girl puckered her lips and waddled over to

picked the girl up and scratched her back as he

let her have a taste of her own medicine. She has to learn that there is always someone better