Chapter 1323
Chapter 1323:
A sudden realization struck Moshe, and his face twisted with dread.
“He spread the news on purpose, knowing it would lure you in,” Omar said, tightening his grip around his wrist as the wicked grin deepened. “And you walked straight into the trap p>
“Young master…” Moshe stammered, voice shaking.
Omar clearly didn’t want to waste words on him. If Moshe weren’t still useful, Omar would have tossed him into a tub of formalin without a second thought.
The idea seemed to agitate him. Omar drew a slow breath, his features briefly warping into something feral.
Drugging Rupert hadn’t been easy. He had planned everything down to the smallest detail, intending to plant a hidden threat inside Rupert and use it to his advantage.
But he hadn’t expected Moshe to hand over the drug willingly.
Despite the anger simmering inside him, Omar’s smile only widened. His fury seemed to fan an exhilarating flame, because he had found a target far more intriguing than Rupert.
Meanwhile, a chill ran through Annabel. She instinctively rubbed her arms for warmth. The weather had shifted abruptly over the past few days, and she had foolishly thought she could get away with wearing less.
She glanced at Rupert, worry written plainly across her face.
Even after obtaining the neurotoxin from Moshe, Dalores wasn’t sure she could develop an antidote. For now, she could only inject Rupert with tranquilizers to suppress the toxin’s effects.
After the injection, Rupert stepped out and immediately noticed the concern etched into Annabel’s expression. He opened his arms and pulled her into a steady, reassuring embrace.
“How are you feeling? Do you feel any discomfort?” Annabel asked urgently.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine,” Rupert murmured, smoothing her hair.
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Despite his reassurance, Annabel’s unease didn’t fade. She wanted to ask Dalores if there were any updates.
But before she could, Rupert said, “Tomorrow’s our flight home. It’s time we leave p>
“Let’s head back as soon as we can. I’ve had enough of this place,” Annabel said, shaking her head.
Too much had happened in the past few days. This had been meant to be her vacation, but the nonstop chaos had begun to wear her down, pushing her nerves to their limit.
Sensing her discomfort, Rupert said nothing. He simply looked at her, gaze fixed and thoughtful.
Meanwhile, Margo stood in the hospital hallway, unable to force even the faintest smile. She lingered at the door to Dunn’s ward, staring at him as he lay motionless in the bed. From yesterday until now, she still hadn’t found the courage to step inside and face him properly.
It was all her fault he was like this.
At the thought of it, Margo’s eyes reddened, tears gathering at the rims. Unable to bear the guilt, she turned to leave—only to run straight into a woman.
The woman before her was clearly well cared for, yet what stood out most was the striking resemblance between her brows and Dunn’s. Carrying herself with the practiced composure of someone used to managing a hundred things at once, she studied Margo in silence, weighing her with a discerning gaze.