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    He rotated toward the physician, his tone remaining ice-cold. “Thank you.”


    Lenny lifted a quivering hand in swift acknowledgment, clearly still rattled by recent events. “Simply performing my duties.”


    Trevor’s iron-hard stare remained focused on Lenny for several heartbeats before he quietly observed the doctor departing, his steps unsteady and uncertain.


    Trevor wondered whether ine’s severe allergic episode had genuinely urred by pure chance.


    Without Lenny’s rapid choice to summon emergency medical assistance, the oue might have proven absolutely devastating.


    However, with Stan’s recent tragedy still burning vividly in everyone’s memory, Trevor refused to drop his vignce—not even for an instant. Something about this particr physician struck him as fundamentally wrong.


    His gaze became sharp as a de’s edge. Angling his head just a fraction, he whispered precise instructions to a reliable assistant.


    “Assign several men to follow Dr. Hond constantly, every hour of every day.


    I demand surveince on his every action. Also, increase the protection around Mr. Castro—absolutely nothing could prate our defenses.”


    Should any harm befall ine, not one of them would survive to witness another sunrise.


    “Understood, sir.” The assistant’s face grew solemn as he absorbed themand and departed to execute it without hesitation.


    The remaining guards, their expressions tight with anxiety, remained frozen at the intensive care unit doorway like carved stone figures.


    In the meantime, Lenny navigated through the hospital’s twisting hallways until he ducked into a deserted emergency stairwell.


    He pressed his full weight against the frigid wall, his legs threatening to copse under the strain.


    Gasping for air, he gripped his chest desperately. Droplets of icy perspiration streamed down from his brow, carving trails across his cheeks before sshing onto the dirty concrete below.


    The entire ordeal had brought him dangerously near disaster. His pulse continued hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.


    Fortunately, his mind had worked quickly—he hadbeled it an allergic episode and rushed ine into emergency treatment.


    Through this approach, he had fulfilled Alex’s demands while ensuring ine remained alive.


    Both Alex and the Castro familycked any motive to pursue him with vengeance. He had managed to preserve his own life by the narrowest of margins.


    Using shaking hands, Lenny searched for his phone and entered digits he had memorized perfectly.


    The call went through within seconds of dialing.


    “Yes?” Alex’s tone emerged quiet and frozen like winter wind.


    Lenny attempted to control the tremor in his words. “Mr. Howe, the task has beenpleted. ine remains breathing, but he’s trapped in unconsciousness and probably won’t awaken for quite some time.”


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