Right Person, Wrong Time

At this moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside.

Natasha looked up and caught sight of Logan walking in with his cane.

A trace of satisfaction painted across Logan's face as his eyes swept over Nicole unconscious form on the ground. Then, he nodded in approval and remarked, "Good job."

A fearful and hesitant Natasha mustered the courage to call out to him, "Mr. Yael..."

After that, she shifted her gaze toward Nicole and asked with concern, "Mr. Yael, what are you planning to do with Nicole—?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Logan interrupted in a mocking tone, "Natasha, all is said and done. There's no point in putting on this fake pretense anymore."

Natasha's words dissolved into silence, and her embarrassment was evident as she tightly crossed her hands. She remained silent, unsure of how to respond.

When Logan saw that she was still here, he waved his hand and dismissed her impatiently, "Hurry up and leave. You'll lose your spot if you're late for the interview."

At this, Natasha immediately felt any protests she harbored disappear down her throat. She had worked so hard for this opportunity for many years, and now it was within her grasp. She wouldn't give it up because of someone she had just met. Someone who was barely an acquaintance at that.

With that in mind, she turned resolutely and left without saying another word.

Ryan, who was standing, cast his gaze downward to where Nicole lay on the ground. Then, he turned his attention to Logan and asked, "Grandpa, what's your plan?"

Logan's voice resonated with a chilling tone as he recalled his past, "White severed my tendons and left me stuck with this cane for the rest of my life. I won't let his disciple escape without paying the price!"

A malevolent smile gradually crept across his lips as he beckoned a few people from outside. Then, he issued a sinister command in hushed tones, "Take her to the operating room on the outskirts."



Although he was advised to stay indoors due to the voodoo bug in his body, Nicole's situation made it impossible for him to remain at ease.

Even though he understood that he was being rash, he had already made up his mind and promptly headed out.

Meanwhile, inside the black minivan, Nicole found herself tightly restrained by three robust men.

The drug's effects were not overpowering, and she gradually regained consciousness during the journey.

As she drowsily opened her eyes, her gaze fell upon a group of muscular men. A frown creased her brow, and a throbbing headache intensified her confusion about how she ended up in this situation.