NovelEnglish"No, no, it's not lost. | opened it and saw that the painting was so good, thinking it would be a shto toss it, so | hung it up."
"Where did you hang it up?"
"In my office, on the wall."
“It was the welcgift from my sister; | hadn't even taken a glance at it, and you went ahead and hung it on your wall??"
The club manager was scared witless; wasn't it Sean who said it wasn't wanted.
"Why didn't you hang your own head up there?"
Although Sean was steaming, he felt relieved that the painting was still intact. "Keep an eye on it and don't touch it; I'll cto
fetch it."
After ending the call, Sean tried to get out of bed, but the movement pulled at his wound, causing his eyes to darken, so much so
that even his breathing becpained.
"Sean, letgo for you instead; your body hasn't been recovered."
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"Then what are you waiting for? Get going!"
"Right away."
Steward realized that Sean's temper was as unpredictable as ever. Just as he was about to leave the room, he heard Sean add,
"And have someone check on my sister's whereabouts."
Where could she have gone after leaving the hospital?
Who was that henchman following her??
It seemed like his sister held shigh status he was unaware of.
Was she also suspicious about that fire years ago??
She must have been conducting a secret investigation without letting their parents know which means that she's smarter and more
capable than he thought.
She's only been back for half a year but has already been onto Sam's trail.
"Sean." without leaving the ward, Steward asked shakily, "Dr. Bell is Ms. Collins, right? I've tried to nab her several times."
Though he never succeeded, but the hostility was established.
If Ms. Collins got mad, and later blamed him.
He couldn't be left holding the bag for this; he was just following orders.
"Who told you to go around arresting people without proper investigation? After all these years, you're still so reckless."
Upon hearing this, Stewart was flooded with hundreds of question marks in his mind.
Who was it that wanted to skin her alive and throw her to the wolves?
"Alright, I'll put in a good word for you later, now get going, will you?"
Steward thought to himself: Sean, do you think you can really avoid this? You were the one who hit her on the back.
As the brother and sister sparred that day, neither yielded; Sean's forearm had hit Ms. Collins’ back. Not just they saw it; Ms.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCollins was probably well aware too.
"Why are you still standing there? What, are you a tree?"
"Yes, Sean."
Steward took the order and left the ward.
Sean felt a bit guilty, realizing he might have to face the music, and with that guilt ca mix of anxiety and irritation.
It was only now that he realized he didn't have his sister's phone number, not even a Whatcontact.
His only choice was to send messages to his buddies, asking around for his sister's contact information.
Hans: [Finally remembered you have a sister, huh?]
Chasel: [You think you can just ask for your sister's number and get it?]
Clark: [I had to go through quite a bit to get our sister's number myself. You think it's that easy?]
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