Cyril held out some fever medicine to Halsey. "You should take them."


    Halseyy weakly in bed, her voice soft. "I don''t want to take then


    Cyril gave her a questioning look. "What''s wrong? Did Dwight reject you?"


    Halsey shot her father a re. Of course he''d bring that up now, right when she was already feeling miserable.


    Cyril chuckled. "What did I tell you? You can''t win over Dwight. Let it go. Forget about him."


    Halsey stayed silent, staring at the ceiling.


    Cyril continued, "There are plenty of great guys out there. I know so many talented young men. I''ll introduce you to a few. They say the best way to get over


    a rtionship is to dive into a new one, right?"


    Halsey hugged the nket tighter, not responding.


    Cyril ced the medicine on the nightstand. "Take the meds. I''ll leave you alone."


    With that, he walked out.


    Halsey sat up and swallowed the pills, theny back down, closing her eyes.


    She figured she should listen to Cyril and forget Dwight.


    After all, he had never truly cared for her. He had said so many cruel things to her, and now there was a new girl in his life.


    But every time she closed her eyes, Dwight''s handsome face shed in her mind, refusing to leave.


    She really wanted to forget him, but she just couldn''t.


    With a sigh, Halsey picked up her phone and opened up her WhatsApp.


    She sent a message to Dwight. [I''m running a fever.]


    Meanwhile, Dwight was meeting with the big boss, Jenson Field-Rachel''s father. Jenson was well-connected in the underground world. He was rotund, yet his eyes sparkled with sharpness.


    Dwight handed over the week''s financial reports to Jenson, who looked them over, clearly pleased. He grinned and said, "I knew I didn''t make a mistake trusting you. You''ve done in one week what it takes us half a year to achieve. You''ve got ambition and guts!"


    Rachel, holding onto her father''s arm, chimed in, "Dad, Dwight''s been working so hard. Why don''t you reward him and give him a day off?"


    Jenson smiled fondly at his daughter. "Are you hoping he''ll spend the day with you?"


    "What are you talking about, Dad..." Rachel blushed, ncing at Dwight.


    Dwight''s face remained stoic, giving nothing away.


    Jenson stepped forward and ced a hand on Dwight''s shoulder. "Dwight, my daughter''s feelings for you are clear, and I have a great deal of respect for you. I don''t have a son, but if you marry my daughter, we''ll be family. What''s mine will be yours."


    Dwight looked at Rachel briefly before replying, “Mr. Field, I''m afraid I''m not good enough for your daughter."


    Rachel stomped her foot. "Dwight, are you rejecting me? Dad, I don''t care. I''m in love with Dwight!"


    Jenson reached out, patting Dwight''s shoulder again. "My daughter is into you, and I''m sure you''ll fall for her too. If you marry her, you''ll be my sessor. Let me tell you something-I have connections with some important people, and I''ll introduce you to them."


    Dwight had already guessed who those "important people" were. The big yer behind it all was none other than the notorious drug lord, Phantom.


    The only reason Dwight was even here was that he nned to use enson as a stepping stone to meet Phantom.


    Phantom was the man who had killed his father.


    Now, Jenson wanted to introduce him to Phantom, but only If Dwi lit agreed to marry Rachel.


    Dwight didn''t care for Rachel, but it seemed like he had no choice the matter.


    Jenson looked at him expectantly. "Take some time to think it over. Let me know if you want to marry my daughter."


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