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    After a moment, he eased his grip and adopted a professional demeanor once more.


    “In that case, how about this—I give you an injection of high-concentration vitamins. It’ll bring rity and help stabilize your energy.”


    Still lightheaded, ched onto the idea, desperate to function again.


    It sounded harmless enough. He nodded weakly. “Fine. Just hurry up.”


    The doctor adjusted his spectacles, something unreadable flickering behind the lenses. “Certainly, Mr. Castro. I’ll have it ready in just a moment.” Turning on his heel, he strode toward the dispensary.


    The attending nurse looked up as he entered. “Do you need something, Dr. Hond?”


    Her question hit Lenny Hond like a pin to the chest. Guilt flitted across his face, though he kept his eyes on the floor.


    “I need a high-concentration vitaminpound,” he said calmly.


    The nurse turned to the medicine cab and asked casually as she searched, “What’s it for?”


    Lenny’s tone didn’t waver. “Mr. Castro requested a fast-acting energy solution.”


    The nurse nodded and retrieved a sealed vial of vitamins, handing it over. “Oh, and Doctor—just remembered—Mr. Castro has a documented allergy to iodine. Just so you’re aware.”


    Lenny’s grip faltered for a split second as he epted the vial. “Appreciate it,” he replied smoothly. “I’ll take caution.”


    He turned, concealing his unease, though perspiration had already begun to soak his shirt. His hands were mmy.


    ine couldn’t tolerate iodine—but a small dose likely wouldn’t kill him. At worst, it would provoke a severe reaction—maybe enough to knock him out.


    Eliminate the heir to the Castro family? Lenny wouldn’t dare. But Alex’smand weighed heavily.


    He was already in too deep. This was the point of no return. He had to take the risk!


    Tray in hand, Lenny returned briskly down the hallway.


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    ine sat slouched, lids barely open, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths—barely conscious. A jolt of panic climbed Lenny’s throat. He gently nudged ine’s shoulder.


    “Mr. Castro? Can you hear me?”


    Silence.


    His gaze dropped to the cotton ball soaked in iodine on the tray.


    Jaw tightening, he grabbed the tweezers, pulled up ine’s sleeve, and dabbed his arm with the iodine.


    ine twitched faintly at the cold contact.


    Without hesitating, Lenny tore the syringe from its packaging and pierced the skin.


    The liquid flowed in—seamless. Not a hitch.


    Withdrawing the needle, he applied gauze to the spot. His fingers trembled.


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