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“Eating disorders, fluctuations in body temperature, and mood swings-these sound like symptoms of a drug addict in recovery,” Julien suggested.
Snickering, Alyssa made a call with her back to Julien.
Soon, a man picked up, sounding polite. “Ms. Alyssa, you finally reached out to me.”
“Yes, Tristan. It’s been a while. How are you doing?” she greeted him and initiated small talk.
“Thanks to you, my clinic is doing well. I’m fine.”
Tristan McAllister was an excellent plastic surgeon raised in a poor family. He was accepted to the
University of Solana as a top student. Due to his family’s financial situation, he nearly gave up on his studies after his father passed away early and his mother fell ill.
Winston created an education fund with the university and named it after Alyssa. Alyssa picked Tristan among the many applicants as a beneficiary.
Their relationship was beyond a benefactor and a beneficiary. Over the years, even if Alyssa might not have met him often, she kept in touch with him, keeping herself updated about his studies and life.
Despite coming from the distinguished Taylor family, Alyssa did not look down on Tristan at all.
Whenever he mustered up the courage to email her, she would reply within three days.
To Tristan, Alyssa was more than a benefactor. Alyssa was a ray of light in his dark and hopeless life. If she needed help, he would be willing to lend a hand. He’d do anything for her.
“Tristan, I have a question. Did Sophia Kirkman get her injections from your clinic lately?” Alyssa inquired in a low voice.
“Yes. She will visit us weekly. She started off getting one injection per week, but she has increased the frequency to thrice per week,” Tristan answered with a smirk. “As she increases the dosage, the side effects will be amplified as well. If my guess is correct, she must be suffering from eating disorders, feeling cold all over, insomnia, and nightmares.”
“Slowly, the worst side effects would show up,” explained Tristan.
Alyssa came to a realization. Tristan’s explanation matches the accounts of the assistant and the maid.
Tristan continued, “She deserved it. If you need me to, I can send her to the afterlife with one injection.”
The way he suggested the idea was heartless, as though life and death meant nothing much.
Alyssa was speechless at Tristan’s offer.
He added fearlessly, “She is the one who abused the drugs in the first place. Besides, she signed an agreement and has to be partly responsible. Look, drug-related deaths are commonplace in our industry.
“We will just treat it as another medical malpractice case. The worst punishment I would face is to have my license revoked and serve a two-year sentence.”
“There’s no need to risk your future for a bitch like Sophia Kirkman. That would be a waste,” Alyssa said with a sigh. “Tristan, I assure you that I will ensure your safety when you carry out my orders. This incident will not affect your work at all.”
“I don’t mind doing anything, Ms. Alyssa, as long as you get your revenge for your family,” Tristan replied, unbothered about his safety. “Don’t worry. I have stored the evidence that will ruin her reputation if released.”
“This is not the time yet,” Alyssa stopped him and inhaled deeply. “Even if I show the evidence now, I don’t have the confidence to obliterate her. I want her to lose everything, including Javier Walsh’s support. I want her to be an outcast! It’s go big or go home for me.”
Jeremy was not a lightweight, but for some reason, he felt dizzy after having a few drinks. He struggled to breathe, and his eyelids drooped.
The dance had started. The guests had fun on the dance floor. Nobody noticed the situation that Jeremy and Renee were in.
After taking a few gasps, Jeremy tugged on his tie knot and swallowed. His cheeks were flushed. Desire coursed through his body, challenging his nerves.
Renee inquired with fake concern, concealing a grin, “What’s wrong, Mr. Walsh? Do you feel unwell?”
She knew the drugs had taken effect.
desire in him.
What did he drink? Why was the effect so unbearable?
Or did his tolerance drop after he was disconcerted by Alyssa?
“I’m fine. Leave me alone,” Jeremy insisted, showing hostility toward Renee.
“Your face is red! Are you running a fever?” Renee exclaimed.
Then, she boldly pressed her chest against his body and attempted to touch his forehead.
Suddenly, he slapped her hand away, leaving a red mark on her skin. He glowered at her and bellowed, “
Don’t touch me. Get lost!”
Jeremy fixed a resentful gaze on Renee, sending a shiver down her spine. Trembling, she held her breath and cautiously explained, “Mr. Walsh, I didn’t mean to do anything to you. I was worried about your health.”
He pressed his hands on the arms of the chair to prop himself up. When he stood up, he instantly felt the world spinning around him. The burning desire had grown inside him and spread through every cell.
Breathing heavily, he sweated all over. Renee couldn’t help but swoon at his frail yet sexy look.
Holding onto the wall, Jeremy made his way out of the main hall with much difficulty. Renee wasn’t about to give up and doggedly pursued him.
Tonight was her chance, and she wouldn’t let it slip away. If she successfully spent the night with Jeremy, not even Alyssa or Zoe could stop her from marrying him.
Standing in the empty corridor, she felt emboldened and threw herself at Jeremy, which only validated
Preston’s description of her-shameless.
“Mr. Walsh, you can’t even stand straight. I’ll help you get back to your room. Is that okay?”
“Get lost! I told you not to touch me. Don’t you understand?” Jeremy shoved her away with all his might as his eyes burned in anger.
His disdain was as clear as day. It was as if Renee was sick and infectious.
Feeling anxious and furious, she gritted her teeth and tried to hold Jeremy back.
They were interrupted by a stern voice. “Hey! What are you doing?”
Renee turned pale, releasing Jeremy as Landon marched angrily toward them.
Landon seized Jeremy’s shoulder, pulling him away from Renee. He confronted her, “Ms. Renee, what do you plan to do?”
“I … I…” Renee struggled to remain composed but recoiled under Landon’s intimidation. Feeling on the verge of losing control, she explained, “Mr. Walsh had too much to drink. He seems to be in a bad mood. I just wanted to help him back to his room.”
“Too much to drink? I know his tolerance better than anyone else. He was sober before, but he looked drunk after drinking with you. Something’s wrong,” Landon remarked while casting a skeptical look at!
Feeling guilty, she retorted, “Mr. Landon, what do you mean? I am a Taylor. My father holds a high
“It’s hard to tell. Jeremy is a fine man, and I’ve seen lots of women throwing themselves at him over the years. Some of them came from better families than yours,” Landon remarked without fear.
He could say anything when he was riled up, and he was not going to go easy on Alyssa’s cousin.
“Jeremy, how do you feel?” Landon inquired as he checked on Jeremy.
“Go. Let’s go,” Jeremy mumbled in a daze.
“Sure. We’ll leave now!” Landon held Jeremy and hurried away.
While walking, he grumbled, “Look at you! How would you survive without me? You can live without women, but you’ll be done for without Landon Harper by your side!”
“W-Wait!” Renee called out to them.
Landon halted and shot her a murderous glare. He warned, “Ms. Renee, I hope you won’t pull any tricks on
Jeremy. You will never win his heart.”
“Why-“
“He has set his eyes on someone else. You are no match for her,” Landon said with a chuckle, refusing to elaborate further.
“And who is she? Alyssa Taylor?” Renee demanded to know.
Her competitiveness reared its head. Sweating anxiously, she pressed, “But I thought they were divorced!
They wouldn’t have divorced if they still had feelings for each other.”
“Pfft. What do you know?” Landon chuckled and looked away. “They might be divorced, but they are still interested in each other. You can never imagine the depth of Jeremy’s feelings for Lyse.
