Whitney stood rooted to the spot, confused by his odd reaction.

It was a song she had composed a long time ago.

The man squinted his deep–set eyes, remembering the girl who had saved him. To calm his hysterical fits, she had hummed a soothing lullaby while performing acupuncture, which closely resembled this tune.

Suddenly, he asked again, “Are you trained in medicine?”

Whitney frowned. She had promised her mother to keep her knowledge of medicine a secret for self–preservation, so she had not revealed it to anyone except Tiana.

But why would he ask that?

“No,” she denied instinctively.

The profound ripples in the man’s eyes faded away.

He ended the conversation. “You should get some sleep. Leave everything else to me.”

questions in her mind but did not dwell on

In the study.

reveal a face of stunning beauty, his expression laced with deadly intent. He called Nolan, his voice icy, “Here’s your chance to make

do wrong?”

misled me, made me misunderstand her… Just get

up the phone, still

the same time,

not sleep due to the bruises on her

heard you were beaten up by some

instinctively touched her stomach and recounted

ordeal.

scare, and you were only defending yourself. Yet,

up to it. Monica wanted revenge. She released the video to cover up her own

competition.”

watch me!” Tiana

Late at night.

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