All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 737 The Fruits

When the job was finally done, Fergus was thrilled. He couldn’t contain his excitement and immediately dialed Atticus’s number.

“Professor Sterling, I’ve finished everything you asked for. Can you arrange my payment now?” Fergus asked.

Hearing Fergus’s words, Atticus replied with disdain in his eyes, “Professor Lynch, I trust you, but it’s not just up to us. I need something to convince my boss before I can arrange your payment, right? How about you wait a couple of days? Once everything’s settled, I’ll wire the money to you right away!”

Fergus had long seen through Atticus’s scheming. He knew it was not easy to take out money from Atticus.

Fergus was well-prepared and confidently replied, “Professor Sterling, check your inbox. Maybe this can help you convince your boss.”

Sensing Fergus’s implication, Atticus immediately opened his email. It contained a video and a blood report. The footage was covertly recorded. It showcased Catherine taking the medication provided by Marshall, and the report displayed Catherine’s blood test after taking the medication.

Seeing the data in the report, Atticus smirked. He finally achieved what he wanted. This was the result he desired.

“Professor Sterling, does the content of this email suffice for your boss?” Fergus’s voice came through the phone, conveying a hint of threat.

was the least of

will

Fergus joyfully hung up the phone. Yet, his inner turmoil persisted. He had avoided confrontation for years. He aimed to rise unexpectedly. But Marshall unexpectedly stole all his thunder. If that was the case, he

Marshall solely wanted the championship. Otherwise, Marshall couldn’t have been deceived. Besides, Fergus never believed Catherine alone could lead Marshall’s team to beat the Altonian

the transfer notification on his phone. However, Atticus added a new request. He wanted Fergus to keep a close eye on Marshall’s team. He asked Fergus

him, Atticus was a timid person who lacked courage and acted

Catherine, the strongest in Marshall’s team, fell into a trap. With the rest of

not securing the

about Eamon’s and the others’ situation. Though finding Fergus’s sudden call odd, the teammate brushed it off

training as usual. It’s just that the junior student, Marlon, seems sick. He struggles

up and asked eagerly,

weak. For him, even standing up is a challenge,

his excitement, Fergus made a few perfunctory remarks before hanging up. Once off the phone, he promptly informed

Fergus was curious to see how Marshall would turn the tables

the fruits prepared by Branden. She felt comfortable

emulate Catherine’s composure. In her presence, he didn’t seem like a professor, feeling more like an inexperienced kid.

“Catherine…” Marshall called out.

a piece of fruit and offered it to him. ” Professor Hartley, have some

and was surprised by how good the seemingly ordinary fruit tasted. It momentarily distracted him and almost made him