Arielle's brows furrowed in concern. Her sixth sense told her it was a setup.
Who would want to do this to Vinson, though?
Suddenly, someone popped up in her mind.
She turned to Carter. “Did you monitor that person who placed the bomb? Could it be him?”
“We've thought of that and planted Harvey as a spy. Though he hasn't infiltrated them completely, he discovered they're currently in the middle of an important deal with a mysterious family. They don't have the time for this.”
Arielle nodded in understanding as her confusion heightened.
If it isn't him, who could it be? Is it really a coincidence? Or is there indeed something wrong with Soir Coffee's food?
As her nails dug into her palm, Arielle urged, “You said you needed my help. Explain.”
“It's about the patient,” Carter revealed grimly. “The previous customers got better swiftly, but this particular customer is still in a critical condition. I need your help to check him out. Can you do that?”
Arielle inclined her head. “I'll do my best.”
Carter heaved a sigh of relief before letting out a self-deprecating chuckle.
Not long ago, he had his doubts about her medical skills. Now, instead of going to the best doctor he had, he came to Arielle for help.
The more he thought about it, the more absurd
it felt.
Arielle might be an expert in psychological illnesses, but this is different. I wonder if she can do it.
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