Chapter 1188:

Sweat ran down his temple.

He swept the area quickly, ready to slip out unnoticed.

Bang!

The tray slipped from his shaking hands and crashed to the floor, scattering glass and metal instruments in every direction.

Lenny spun around, heart in his throat.

Blaine had collapsed onto the floor, his body sprawled out. His skin was erupting in blotches—red welts racing across his arms and neck. Several guards in black sprinted over. One glance at Blaine, and their expressions turned lethal.

“What the hell did you inject into Mr. Castro?”

knees nearly buckled. His voice barely found its

having an allergic reaction! We need to act now! Emergency

conscious. Now this? Lenny’s pulse pounded in

triggers! We won’t know until we run

sliced steel. Stan’s death still lingered like smoke. Trust was extinct. But

man barked, “Get Mr. Castro

he turned to Lenny, his voice like

dare consider playing games or nurturing dangerous ideas, the entire Castro family will transform

the menacing words. His face lost every trace of color, becoming pale as death

his throat. He

passed before the earliest rays of morning began painting the

favorite is on

mounted above the emergency room door finally

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