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    Sweat ran down his temple.


    He swept the area quickly, ready to slip out unnoticed.


    Bang!


    The tray slipped from his shaking hands and crashed to the floor, scattering ss and metal instruments in every direction.


    Lenny spun around, heart in his throat.


    ine had copsed onto the floor, his body sprawled out. His skin was erupting in blotches—red welts racing across his arms and neck. Several guards in ck sprinted over. One nce at ine, and their expressions turned lethal.


    “What the hell did you inject into Mr. Castro?”


    Lenny’s knees nearly buckled. His voice barely found its way out.


    “H-He’s having an allergic reaction! We need to act now! Emergency room—immediately!”


    The guards hesitated. Just moments ago, ine had been conscious. Now this? Lenny’s pulse pounded in his ears as their dy stretched the moment. A chilling sweat drenched his spine.


    “Reactions like this can be caused by various triggers! We won’t know until we run diagnostics—but if we wait, he could die!”


    The lead bodyguard’s re could’ve sliced steel. Stan’s death still lingered like smoke. Trust was extinct. But ine’s survival came first.


    Grinding his teeth, the man barked, “Get Mr. Castro to the ER! Now!”


    Then he turned to Lenny, his voice like ice. “You better pray he survives this.”


    “If you dare consider ying games or nurturing dangerous ideas, the entire Castro family will transform your existence into an endless nightmare.”


    Lenny shook violently from his scalp to his toes,pletely frozen by the menacing words. His face lost every trace of color, bing pale as death itself.


    His mouth opened slightly, yet no words emerged from his throat. He could manage nothing except desperate nodding in fearful surrender.


    Sixty minutes passed before the earliest rays of morning began painting the horizon beyond the windows.


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    The crimson warning light mounted above the emergency room door finally flickered off.


    ine had been dragged back from death’s doorway. However, his eyelids stayed shut—he had fallen into a profound, unconscious state.


    Lenny stripped away his surgical mask with weary fingers. Despite fatigue carving deep lines across his features, his voice held firm and controlled.


    “Mr. Castro has escaped immediate peril, but his situation remains fragile and unpredictable. He requires transfer to the intensive care unit immediately for continuous, around-the-clock observation.”


    The chief bodyguard, Trevor Jimenez, positioned himself beyond the entrance of ine’s ward, studying the scene through the transparent barrier. His eyes remained fixed on the colorless, still form lying within.


    After verifying that ine’s life signs had steadied for the moment, he permitted himself one small exhale offort.


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