Chapter 264
Andrew felt kind of unsure about everything, but honestly, just knowing there was someone out there who could give Anthony a hard time made him feel a lot better. He gave Charlotte a silent thumbs up in his head.
Shirley edged closer and wrapped her arms around Charlotte’s, her voice dropping. “Charlotte, I think The Dean Group just went bankrupt.”
“Really?” Charlotte barely reacted, just shrugged it off.
“Yeah.” Shirley nodded, a little crease in her brow. “And about that apartment Mr. Blair rented it’s seriously pricey. My grandma and I feel bad, so we were thinking about moving back.”
“Just keep living there,” Charlotte said as she patted Shirley’s head, sounding like she meant every word. “He has more money than he knows what to do with anyway.”
Shirley’s eyes went wide. Was this really how you were supposed to treat your boyfriend?
…
With her hand injured, Charlotte had zero interest in fighting the crowds at the cafeteria. After class, she just hung out in the classroom, scrolling through her phone to kill time while waiting for Andrew to deliver her lunch. Training Andrew started with him running errands for her, all thanks to Anthony’s orders.
In the group chat called “The Matchmaking Family”:
Jackson: Charlotte, the International Association of Forensic Medicine has been calling N Organization again. Looks like they want your help on some really tough case.
Nine:…
Charlotte frowned, not even bothering to hide her annoyance. Those people were hopeless. Last time, they nearly blew up her phone—and the organization’s—over some tiny case. She’d jumped on a last-minute flight only to realize the whole thing was just a ten-minute procedure.
Honestly, it wasn’t even their fault. When it came to Charlotte, everyone else just looked incompetent. That supposed ten-minute autopsy? The association’s top experts spent a week staring at it and still couldn’t figure it out. In the end, they begged her to do it again so they could record and study what she did. Charlotte was so done with them, she just blocked their number.
Now, a year later, they were back for more.
Jackson: Charlotte, are you really not going to take it?
He sounded so careful it was almost funny.
Nine: No.
They really needed to learn how to handle things on their own.
Jackson finally relaxed. No more old men whining in his ear all day. Just as he was about to leave the chat, he remembered something and quickly sent another message.
Jackson: Charlotte, Dr. David wanted me to remind you. Your sleepwalking isn’t the usual kind. If you don’t take your meds, you’re definitely going to have symptoms. Absolutely.
Absolutely? Dr. David was head of the medical research institute, super precise about everything. If he said symptoms would show, then that was it.
But…
Charlotte stared at her screen, brow furrowed, deep in thought.
Nine: Okay.
She kept it short, then left the chat and called Dr. David.
“Lottie, you finally remembered me?” Dr. David answered, his voice slightly muffled behind his protective mask as he worked in his lab.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting,” Charlotte said politely, then got straight to the point. “I haven’t taken my sleep meds lately, but there’s been no sleepwalking
“Impossible!” Dr. David stopped what he was doing, sounding totally sure of himself. “The last time you
skipped your meds, you sworeet
nothing happened either. But the
next morning, every single cabbage I’d planted in the backyard was gone. You pulled them afbup in one night.”
And after that, she’d just gone back to bed. At dawn, she even tweeted about how well-behaved she’d been.
“Lottie, you need to be careful. Don’t do anything crazy,” Dr. David warned, sounding like a dad. “You’re not at the base anymore. That place can’t handle your level of chaos.”
Charlotte didn’t know what to say. Was she really that bad? It wasn’t like she’d done anything major… just wrecked a few luxury cars, set a villa on fire, climbed fifty stories to sing on a rooftop, almost tore all of Dr. David’s hair out…
Her cheeks got warm just thinking about it. She hung up, scowling. If she was really sleepwalking, how come she couldn’t remember anything? And why hadn’t she caused any trouble this time? Even she couldn’t believe she’d been thất well-behaved.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, the autopsy room was silent as a tomb. A tall man in a long white lab coat stood over a body that had just thowed. His surgical mask covered half his face, and he held a sharp scalpel, working with calm precision.
Roger kept his head down, those striking eyes cold enough to freeze anyone who dared get close. His hand, holding the knife, was pale and elegant, fingers long and steady.
“She’s refusing to come?” Roger took out the deceased’s kidney and placed it on a tray, his voice tinged with irritation. “Is Asclepius really that proud?”
No one in the forensic world had managed to lure her out of hiding.
“Yeah.” His assistant spoke softly. “Roger, the association is still trying. Maybe if you just wait a bit longer
“There’s no time. I can’t wait.” Roger set the scalpel down, his voice icy. “I’m flying back to Cabinda tomorrow to see my sister.”
Who did Asclepius think she was, anyway? He’d already put off seeing Charlotte too many times just to wait for her.