Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chapter 445 Twisting Veronica McCarthy's Wrist Blake MacNeil drove back to the city and stopped in front of a pharmacy. He bought some gauze, hemostatic powder, and alcohol for disinfecting wound During the short drive back, his wound soaked through the gauze he used earlier.

Blake MacNeil didn’t want to worry Lilly Crawford by heading home immediately, so he decided to change the dressing in the car before heading home.

At that moment, a voice rang out, “Hello, do you need help?” Blake MacNeil looked up and saw a woman standing in front of him.

He replied coldly, “No, thank you.” The woman, however, refused to give up and said with concerned expression. “My name is Veronica McCarthy, I'm a doctor.

Your hand seems to be seriously injured, is it from broken glass?” Veronica McCarthy maintained a gentle demeanor, appearing professional.

Blake MacNeil coldly replied, “Can't you understand human language?” His face was icy cold, and his slightly curled black hair hung over his eyebrows, making his eyes even more menacing and dangerous.

Veronica McCarthy's hands and feet turned instantly cold. She had no doubt that if she dared to say another word, the man before her would immediately strike her down.

Taking a step back, she hurried away.

Blake MacNeil stared at Veronica McCarthy's receding figure.

The calculations hidden in his eyes were well concealed Was she deliberately approaching him? Interesting. Besides himself, no one knew his whereabouts. A pharmacy visit was also on his way... If this woman approached him, how did she know he was here? Blake MacNeil picked up alcohol and wiped the wound with it directly.

Indeed, his wound was caused by glass.

Just a moment ago, inside the abandoned chemical plant, he punched a piece of glass to fight off a demon.

and the shattered glass embedded into his flesh.

However, before leaving the chemical plant, he remove the broken glass.

Alcohol disinfected better than iodine, but was highly irritating. Most people couldn't tolerate the pain, but Blake MacNeil remained expressionless throughout the process.

As soon as the wound had been disinfected, he sprinkled powder on it and violently wrapped it. His movements were far from gentle, as if it wasn’t his own hands.

Once the bandage was secured, Blake MacNeil's phone received video surveillance footage of Veronica McCarthy being tracked.

13 Veronica McCarthy hadn't left; instead, she secretly observed him from a coffee shop across the street.

Blake MacNeil hacked into the coffee shop's surveillance system.

Coincidentally, he overheard Veronica McCarthy seemingly talking on the phone. Her voice lowered: “As you instructed, | have indeed found the closest person to Lilly Crawford... but | can’t get close!” “I have to target Lilly Crawford now...” Blake MacNeil's gaze turned cold, not directed at him but at Lilly Crawford? In that case, he couldn't hold back his strength.

Half a minute later, Blake MacNeil obtained all of Veronica McCarthy's information and hacked into her phone for surveillance.

However, strangely enough, Veronica McCarthy wasn’t actually making a phone call; she was only pretending to do so.

But she was indeed having a real conversation with someone...

Blake MacNeil squinted his eyes. Was there a ghost? But just moments ago, he hadn’t sensed any eerie presence.

After extensive training, he became accustomed to the aura of ghosts and supernatural entities. Even if he couldn't see them, he wouldn't miss their presence.

Blake MacNeil decisively got out of the car, crossed the street, and entered the coffee shop.

He disliked twists and turns. Knowing the other party had a conspiracy, he didn’t let them plot first and counter it. That was not how he operated.

He jumped straight for it.

Blake MacNeil sat down in front of Veronica McCarthy As Veronica McCarthy turned her face to take a sip of coffee, she completely missed Blake MacNeil getting out of the car. When she looked up, she was startled to see Blake MacNeil sitting in front of her, nearly jumping out of her skin.

Blake MacNeil tapped his fingers on the table and inquired coldly, “Were you on the phone?” Veronica McCarthy quickly pretended to hang up the phone and said, “Ah... yes, but it's nothing. | just finished talking...” She quickly composed herself and looked at Blake MacNeil’s hand, asking “What's wrong? Did the bandaging not go well? Do you need my help?” “When you get glass shards inside a wound, you have to remove all the glass fragments. Otherwise, the wound can easily get infected, and in severe cases, it can develop into an abscess...” Blake MacNeil stared at her. “How did you know | was bandaging myself? Are you sitting here watching me?” Veronica McCarthy choked, unable to maintain her composure in the face of Blake MacNeil's powerful presence. Her expression showed a hint of panic.

Blake MacNeil asked again, “How do you know that my hand was injured by glass? Did you have someone II 2/3 following me?” Veronica McCarthy’s heart raced, struggling to withstand the overwhelming weight bearing down on her.

She took a deep breath and shook her head helplessly. Sir, you're too suspicious. | happened to be waiting here and happened to see you bandaging yourself through the window...” As for the wound, I'm a doctor, | can tell.” Blake MacNeil sneered, “I don’t believe you.” As he spoke. Blake MacNeil looked around calmly, without speaking.

He held his breath and focused, trying to sense that familiar chilling presence, but couldn't feel it.

He arrived too late; whatever non-human entity it was, it escaped.

Blake MacNeil took out his phone again and hacked into Veronica McCarthy's device, scrolling through it. However, he didn't find any particularly strange files or images.

He looked up and asked, “Was it directed at my daughter, Lilly Crawford? What is your purpose?” Veronica McCarthy was instantly horrified. How did he know? She hadn't told anyone about what she did today! Blake MacNeil leaned in slightly, gripping Veronica McCarthy's wrist through her sleeve. “I'm not patient. Explain yourself properly or I'll twist your hand.” Veronica McCarthy felt her hand about to be twisted and forced a smile. “Sir, you've really misunderstood. | don’t even know your daughter...” Crack! Blake MacNeil forcefully twisted her left wrist.

Veronica McCarthy was on the verge of screaming in agony, but Blake MacNeil had already grabbed the tablecloth from the table and stuffed it into her mouth.

With only two or three customers on the second floor, and Veronica McCarthy sitting in a secluded corner. booth, no one noticed anything unusual at the moment.

Veronica McCarthy broke out in a cold sweat, unable to scream, her broken left hand trembling incessantly.

In this modern society governed by the rule of law, how could there be such lawless individuals who casually twist someone's wrist without provocation? This is still a coffee shop, a public place! This person is terrifying, simply... a criminal!!