“Perfect.”
Paige walked forward, each step feeling like she was treading on the surface of the sea, ready to plunge into the deep abyss at any moment, never to return.
She stepped on a shard from a broken vase and lost her balance.
Enrico glanced at Paige and swiftly caught her by the waist. His gaze lowered, and his brow furrowed, “Why do you look so pale?”
“Do I?”
Paige casually touched her face and replied, “I feel like there’s a smell in the air here. It’s making me uncomfortable.”
This warehouse had been sealed up, so it was bound to have a musty odor.
Enrico rolled up the blueprints he was holding and stuffed them into her hands, then picked her up, saying, “That’s enough for tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone come down to clean it up.”
“Okay.”
Paige nodded and looked up at his side profile-sharp features, deep-set eyes.
A man like this, how could anything be wrong?
Enrico seemed fine!
…
In a studio in a bustling district, the glass door was wiped clean and transparent.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Dr. Clinton walked in with his bag. After enduring the cold wind outside, he finally felt warm again.
“Get me a cup of hot water,” Dr. Clinton said to the receptionist as he walked inside.
The receptionist glanced at him, “Dr. Clinton, you have a guest waiting for you in your office.”
“A guest? Why didn’t you arrange for them to wait in the lounge? Why bring them directly to my office?”
Hearing this, Dr. Clinton frowned and looked over disapprovingly, but before the receptionist could respond, he headed toward his office.
He pushed the door open to find someone sitting on the guest chair with their back to him. All he could see was long, sleek hair and a pair of slender legs wrapped in black pants, stylish but not wearing high heels.
From a professional perspective, those legs had perfect proportions.
Dr. Clinton’s initial displeasure subsided a little. “Miss, you…”
The person in the chair turned around and looked at him indifferently. Dr. Clinton’s legs nearly gave out; he almost collapsed at the door.
Quickly, Dr. Clinton grabbed onto the doorframe to steady himself, forcing a smile, “Miss, what brings you here?”
“Enrico pays you well. Starting work at ten?”
Paige, sitting in the chair, glanced coldly at the clock on the desk.
Ten o’clock wasn’t that late, right?
Dr. Clinton didn’t dare argue and eagerly replied, “Miss, you didn’t need to come in person. Just one phone call, and I would’ve come right over. Let me get you some coffee.”
Paige remained seated, not in the mood for idle chatter, and cut straight to the point, “After Enrico returned from River Town, did he come to you for a medical checkup?”
Dr. Clinton walked in, set his briefcase aside, and looked at Paige with confusion, “Why are you asking about that all of a sudden?”
Paige’s eyes grew colder, like water from a melting glacier, making Dr. Clinton’s spine tingle with fear.
“Yes, Mr. Gustin came to me a few days ago for a routine checkup.”
Before Dr. Clinton realized it, the words were already out of his mouth.
He cursed himself silently.
“Because of his headaches, worried about the AS schizophrenia gene relapsing?” Paige speculated.
“You knew about that?” Dr. Clinton was surprised. He had thought Mr. Gustin would keep that a secret.
“Give me his medical report,” Paige demanded. Her tone left no room for refusal or excuses.
Dr. Clinton immediately sensed that Paige hadn’t come with Enrico’s approval. His scalp tingled as he sat down and forced a laugh, “Miss, if you need the report, all it takes is one word from Mr. Gustin. I’ll just call him right now.”
As he spoke, Dr. Clinton reached for the phone on his desk, ready to dial.
Paige remained calm, her expression cold and detached, “I’ll tell Enrico you’re not competent enough and that he should find another doctor.”
“…”
Dr. Clinton froze, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
“I could also have someone investigate how many side jobs you’ve taken over the years working for Enrico.” Paige’s tone was chilling. “Or, I could just make something up. Do you think Enrico will believe you, or me?”
Dr. Clinton stared at her in disbelief, “Are you trying to ruin me?”
Did it even need to be said? A man as proud as Mr. Gustin was willing to fall apart for her. If she asked for the stars or the moon, he would find a way to get them for her.
Compared to her, who was he?
After everything she said, would he still walk away unscathed in front of Mr. Gustin?
Why was she doing this?
“…”
Paige said nothing, just stared at him. After a long silence, she glanced at the time, then pulled out her phone.
Seeing this, Dr. Clinton had no choice but to put the phone back and force a fake smile, “Miss, I’m at your service from now on! I’ll go get the report for you right away.”
When working for powerful people, one skill above all others was reading the room.
Enrico’s medical report was highly confidential, hidden deep within Dr. Clinton’s safe.
Now, he took it all out and handed it to Paige.
Paige sat there, flipping through the pages. It was hard to tell if she was relieved or more troubled, “There’s nothing wrong with the report?”
“Right,”
Dr. Clinton nodded, standing by, “I think Mr. Gustin’s been exhausted. He was bedridden for three years, and after waking up, he never properly rested. After the River Town incident, he’s been busy non-stop. Headaches every now and then aren’t a big deal as long as they don’t affect his daily life.”
Paige pressed her lips together in silence.
Dr. Clinton continued, “Speaking of which, that Medicine Curse Sect is amazing. They actually cured such a rare illness…”
“From a professional standpoint, is it possible for someone to be healthy now and then suddenly deteriorate and die in one or two months?” Paige coldly interrupted him.
Dr. Clinton froze, realizing she wasn’t joking. He started to panic, “That’s usually impossible, right?”
“Usually?”
She wanted a definitive answer.
“Miss, you’ve studied at the Medicine Curse Sect. You know some medical theory. You should understand that medicine is an endless field. Many diseases are still beyond human control.”
Dr. Clinton spoke gravely.
“…”
In other words, no one could give her a definitive answer.
Everything was unknown.
Would Enrico stay healthy?
Unknown.
Would Enrico, like that person from the Davis family, suddenly die?
Unknown.
Nothing was certain…
Paige gritted her teeth, tossed the medical report onto the desk, stood up, and walked out, “Don’t let Enrico know I was here today, or I can’t guarantee your safety.”
“…”
Dr. Clinton sighed.
The longer two people are together, the more alike they become. Paige even threatened people the same way Mr. Gustin did.
…
Paige was able to come out today because Enrico had an extremely important meeting. It was also his last meeting before their trip to Wind Island.
So, it was mandatory for him to attend.