Chapter 782:
The Boyd Manor had been under tight security for several days, yet the poison remained elusive. With Nyla’'s
surgery scheduled for tomorrow, everyone in the Boyd household was on edge, fearful that the poison’s origin
might implicate them.
Hans frowned and said, “Dad, don’t move anything in the manor. We need to find the poison.”
Yolande agreed, “Yes. Don't let the servants leave either. Who knows if they try to secretly take the poison
away.”
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Marlin, his face tense with anger, added, “No one leaves. We can’t risk anything with Mom's illness.”
For the past few days, the three siblings had repeated these warnings to Manley like a mantra.
“I know, | know,” Manley replied, exasperated. “I've arranged everything. Now go. Be at the hospital with your
mom tomorrow.” They left the manor right after.
Hans settled into the back seat of the car, and the driver asked, “Mr. Boyd, where to?”
“To the Apex Apartments,” Hans replied.
Over the past few days, Hans had becaccustomed to visiting Rosalee at the Apex Apartments. The driver
now knew the route by heart.
Hans rubbed his fingers, wondering if Rosalee was getting better. Her face had been injured, and with her new
scars, she no longer felt the need to impress him. Her respect and admiration for him had diminished, leaving
him feeling uneasy. Suddenly, a shout erupted, “I got it! | got it!”
The apartment echoed with cheers.
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“Really?” Rosalee asked, her voice trembling as she held her assistant’s phone.
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Ever since her face had been stitched up, Rosalee had tasked her assistant with monitoring the international
black market for Scar Removal Cream. Finally, her patience had paid off.
The assistant nodded excitedly. “Yes, I've placed the orders!”
“Your face will finally heal soon!”
The assistant had successfully acquired the scar removal cream. Smiling through her tears, Rosalee whispered,
“That's wonderful, just wonderful...”
“What are you crying about?”
A deep male voice interrupted Rosalee’s thoughts. Her assistant quickly stood up in response.
“Mr. Boyd,” she greeted.