The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 128

Diana’s pov

Gradually regaining consciousness, I felt sore all over.

Struggling to open my eyes, the intense light made it hard to adapt.

The hospital air, a blend of medicinal scent and disinfectant, surrounded me. Turning my head slowly, I saw a familiar figure by the bedside.

It was Moss.

His eyes closed, seemingly in a light slumber.

I attempted to speak, but my throat felt unusually dry.

After clearing my throat, I managed to utter, “Moss?”

Moss abruptly opened his eyes, looking at me in confusion.

After a few seconds of staring, he seemed to comprehend and sighed softly.

“You’re finally awake,” he said, then asked, “How do you feel now?”

I shook my head.

Trying to sit up, the overall body ache forced me to abandon the idea.

“Not great,” I honestly admitted. “I’m in pain all over. What happened? Why am I in the hospital?”

“Don’t you remember?” Moss stood up to pour water.

I furrowed my brows, “My brain is a mess right now. I vaguely recall going to a hotel to sign a contract. After leaving the hotel, I…”

“You were hit by a black car. Concussion, multiple bruises. The driver was drunk and has been taken to the police station.”

Moss spoke while adjusting the angle of the bed and placing the water on the bedside

table.

I recalled the powerful impact and the dizziness. Fear surged within me.

But soon, my thoughts shifted, ignoring the pain. I grabbed Moss’s arm, “My contract… did you see my contract?”

Moss’s gaze lingered on my hand grabbing his for a few seconds. “Don’t worry about it now.”

He continued to adjust the bed.

my upper body was in a near–upright position, he handed me the cup

he said, then walked to another cabinet in the

it this?” He unfolded the folder and placed it on my

glanced at it, relieved.

sip of water, feeling my dry throat regain vitality.

negotiated a collaboration with

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his brow, interrupting me. “Do you think it’s the time to talk about medical equipment now?”

didn’t immediately understand

we can break free from William’s control, establish our own lab,

you almost died!”

abnormal shade of red, an expression of uncontrolled emotion

I was stunned.

“Moss?”

his eyes with

said,

again, his expression had returned to

tell me about the medical equipment?” he asked.

and shared all the details of my communication with

listening, Moss’s

twenty billion final payment, for just a hundred sets of equipment. Why doesn’t this Smith just go

is justified. Anyway, Nathan has promised me the one trillion is already in. When the time

trillion would be invested

my lab?”

did I say that?” Feeling embarrassed, I feigned forgetfulness. “Oh, I have a headache; I

watched my performance

in the wound. Reality took over the act, and I

quickly took the cup from my

subsided, he asked quietly,

head with a

to transfer that one trillion to me,” Moss

maybe I should

I suddenly remembered

have I

drawn, blocking

1:20 in the morning

about seven hours.”

chest

about missing

was surprised. “So

number of infections,

tomorrow,” Moss said. “I definitely

and I’ll