NovelEnglishChapter 641 Yuna watched as Chuck punched in the familiar three digits on the phone, his finger hovering over the call button.
No! She couldn't let herself be exposed like this! Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, letting out a tic groan of pain.
"Ouch! It hurts! Oh, the pain, the pain, the pain—" Yuna's voice was piercing. In the shadows, Marguerite pinched Chuck's arm, stopping him from dialing 911.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was curious to see what kind of performance Yuna was about to put on.
Yuna lay on the ground, wailing in agony, while Frederick and Marguerite remained still, sharing an unspoken understanding.
Hackett, frantic with worry, bent down to scoop Yuna up.
"What's wrong, sweetheart? Where does it hurt? Tell me!" Yuna bit her lip fiercely, tears streaming down her face.
"My legs! They're burning up, like they're on fire!" Penelope bent down and swiftly rolled up Yuna's pant legs, revealing two fair legs covered in what looked like burn blisters. Shad burst, oozing a sickly yellow fluid mingled with fresh blood.
Marguerite felt a wave of disgust, her skin crawling.
Was she really burned? This is madness! Yuna had gone completely mad! To frher, she didn't even spare herself! Harming the enemy but wounding oneself in the process, what's the point? Hackett was beside himself with worry. "What happened? How did you get all these blisters? The area you ran into wasn't even fully on fire!" "I went through the edge of the fire; it must have happened then!" Yuna managed to explain despite the intense pain.
Penelope was decisive: "To the hospital, now!" Hackett's expression turned icy as he lifted Yuna from the ground. As he passed Marguerite, he didn't miss the chance to throw a threat her way: "Everything that's happened to the Fitzgerald family is because of you! Our project's tanked, and now our Yuna got hurt trying to put out the fire! You watch your back, kiddo. I'll settle the score with you later!" With those words, Hackett carried Yuna away.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPenelope wanted to say something to Marguerite, but Yuna's injuries were too severe, so she followed Hackett out.
Once the tleft, Zack looked troubled.
"Mr. Winston, what are we going to do? The blush launch is next week, and now with the factory burned, it's not just the delays; all our employees rely on this place. Looks like everyone's going to be out of a job." "Easy now," cthe man's calm reply, a hint of control in his weary tone.
Zack's face was the picture of misery. "Mr. Winston, how can I not worry? You heard Mr. Fitzgerald. If this doesn't link back to Ms. Lockwood, it falls on me. But I know better than anyone that Ms. Lockwood did nothing to jeopardize the project. So, it looks like I'll have to shoulder the blame. Mr. Winston, I have a family to support..." Zack babbled on despairingly until Chuck stepped in and cut him off.
"Zack, Mr. Winston already has a contingency plan in place. We can temporarily lend you one of Thunderbolt Enterprises' spare warehouses. What you need to do now is list the equipment you need and report it tofirst thing tomorrow. With a week until the blush launch, as long as you can get production up and running again, Hackett won't be able to pin anything on you. Furthermore, Mr. Winston is willing to make an exception and offer you a position at Thunderbolt Enterprises. Of course, this all hinges on the project being completed on time."
Zack stood stunned for a moment before realization dawned, and he om was bubbling with joy. He turned to Frederick with effusive thanks, promising repeatedly to meet the deadline. Marguerite frowned and met the man's gaze. "You had a solution ready all along?" "Mhm." "So, do we still call the cops?" With a smile, the man replied, "With the truth so clear, why bother the police?"
Marguerite felt a tightness in her chest. She didn't want to be blamed unfairly and let the matter slide so easily. Pointing to a familiar Maybach, she said, "Taketo the hospital." "Why?" "To prove I'm innocent! Do you really want to seemisunderstood by everyone?" His eyes locked on hers, a mischievous, triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "Beg me."
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