My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 882

Despite it being past eight in the evening, the lights in the conference room of Forlisle Medical Group were still brightly lit. Timothy was, at that moment, having a meeting with several of the executives in charge of researching the new drug.

As they had been at it since that morning, a palpable sense of fatigue was visible on his face.

Upon seeing his phone on his desk light up, Timothy unlocked it and found a voice message from Genevieve.

He rubbed his brow, puzzled, as he pressed the phone against his ear to hear the voice message.

After listening to the four-minute recording, Timothy finally understood that somebody had been watching him that night since he entered the club and had put something in his drink. Mindy, too, had appeared before him with a motive to take him back to a hotel when he was groggy.

No wonder I couldn't recall any detail of that night, no matter how hard I tried.

With a sudden scowl, Timothy pushed the chair away and stood up. After dismissing the rest with a curt, “Meeting adjourned,” he strode briskly outside as he made a call.

out where Mindy

party that night,

called No Man's Land to continue drinking

the art industry, which resulted in her works not being featured in any

she had, from out of the blue, secured a connection with investors in the entertainment industry to whom she became very close. She had even dined with a

of her money and connections, Mindy's friends continued

was crowding around Mindy in the bar's private room to chat. It looked like she was the birthday girl

open with

switch for the ambient lights on the wall, and quickly spotted Mindy through the crowd when the lights grew bright. His eyes narrowed

to keep their lives, get

group saw Timothy staring daggers at Mindy and knew at once that he had come for

a man we cannot afford to

even have the strength to rise from the couch. The man's chilly aura enveloped

Mindy's frail neck and pulled her