Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qUnder the concealment of his subordinates, Chris went up to the second floor of the clinic. The medical superintendent himself escorted him to have his blood drawn.

Chris gazed about nervously, still wary about being followed.

There's nobody from the Gold family around here. The boys are right; the Golds wouldn't pay attention to such a small establishment.

For some reason, even that logical reassurance did not do much to quell the fear in his heart.

“Have a seat, Mr. Nacht.”

The superintendent of the clinic brought Chris to a private ward. “I'll have a doctor over immediately to run the test for you. Please wait a moment.”

Chris grunted in acknowledgment before helping himself to a glass of water.

His subordinates did not let their guard down the entire time. They examined the other patrons of the clinic closely. Upon ascertaining that there were no suspicious characters in the vicinity, they surrounded Chris where he sat to shield him from view.

As Francesca was about to make a move from outside, her snake appeared and hissed frantically. “D*mn it,” she whispered to herself, the color draining from her face. “He's here.”

As she sprinted out of the building with great haste, the superintendent returned with a small group of medical staff as they headed back to Chris' ward.

who slithered surreptitiously into the collar of one of

by drawing a sample of your blood,” the superintendent announced politely. “If

as

in the process of handing over sterilized equipment, she felt a sudden chill at the back of her neck.

suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle. In a panic, he drew up his

vanished as

it, sir?” the superintendent asked with

a frown. “I got

sincerest apologies, sir. We will be sure to sterilize the area

wouldn't be a next

I wouldn't have to come back

and lifted a casual hand to

with satisfaction at the sight of the smear of blood by the side of the snake's mouth before gazing up at the familiar silhouette by the window

the back alley of the clinic, Sean, who had been lying

steering wheel ferociously. “It

Sean. Mr. Lindberg will have your tongue for

“Shut up!”

“Yes, Sean.”