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.

understood Fergus’s intent and knew Fergus only sought money. Money was the least

reward will

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

on Marshall’s greed. He thought 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 Team. Everyone knew how strong the Altonian Team was

exhilarated upon receiving the transfer notification on his phone. However, Atticus added a new request. He wanted Fergus to keep a close

a contemptuous smirk. To him, Atticus was a timid

With the rest of the team, Fergus believed any random team could outclass

worrying about not securing

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

junior student, Marlon, seems sick. He struggles with some illness, lying in the dorm,

perked up and asked eagerly, “Have

ill and weak. For him, even standing up

made a few perfunctory remarks before hanging up. Once off

Fergus was curious to see how Marshall would turn the

the hospital room, Catherine glanced at the report while casually enjoying the fruits prepared by Branden. She felt comfortable and content. However,

he didn’t seem like a professor, feeling more like an inexperienced kid. Sometimes, he even felt

“Catherine…” Marshall called out.

fruit and offered it to him. ” Professor Hartley, have some fruit. It’ll

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