Begging For A Reconciliation

now, quickly! It won't do if Shawn's henchmen discover your presence. I really do have some very

important matters to finish up here…" She stood by the window and signaled for Ross to pilot the drone

back.

Ross could not linger either; reluctantly, he steered the drone away. After retrieving it and putting it

away, he wiped the rain off his face and returned to the car, looking resigned. The chauffeur

immediately opened the door for him. He got in and sighed. Glancing at the aloof, distant Han, who had

his eyes closed, he said, "Mr. Hendrik, you heard Ms. White, didn't you? She doesn't want to leave yet;

she said she has to finish up some matters there."

Han's eyes glittered coldly when he opened them. "Let's head back first."

At that very moment, Ben called on the phone. "Boss, you hit the nail smack on the head. Owen

Lancaster did indeed purchase a specific kind of poison some time back. Not only that, he bought up

the entire stock of antidotes and cut off access to them. We've also been able to find out more about

the symptoms caused by this poison, too. The victims will experience constant fevers and contract

repeated colds; they'll also cough up blood and are prone to fainting. These symptoms will become

increasingly frequent in the mid-to-final stages of the poison's effects. Eventually, the victim will die

within a month."

Han frowned. "Investigate and find out where he's keeping the antidotes, and do it as quickly as you

can. In the meantime, I'll continue to see Anna and keep him in check that way. We can't allow such a

dangerous substance to flood the market indiscriminately."

After hearing about the symptoms of the poison, he could not help thinking about Leah, who had been

constantly coming down with a cold over this period. He firmly put aside his grim thoughts for now; he

felt that it was probably a coincidence that her symptoms dovetailed so neatly with the symptoms

caused by exposure to the poison. After all, she had been under his constant surveillance recently and

had not eaten anything out of the ordinary, apart from the wine from the auction. He had sent the entire

bottle for testing later, but there was nothing unusual in it, aside from some traces of sleeping drugs.

Ben painstakingly noted down his boss's orders, then asked, "Boss, Donald Harper is the one who sold

that poison to Owen. What should we do about him?"

Han's expression darkened. "Keep tabs on him. Find out about his overseas supply channels, then

hand the information over to the police and let them deal with him." Donald had consistently ignored his

warnings; he was in no mood to tolerate the man any longer.

The poison Owen had purchased was very likely to be used on Leah; he had to find out as quickly as

possible if Owen had used it, and if so, on whom.

Ben nodded gravely. "Got it, Boss!"

After ending the call, Han's frosty eyes turned to the storm outside the car window, taking in the bleak

autumn vista. Why had Leah cut off her relationship with him to remain with Shawn? What was she

planning?

"Ross, keep a security detail stationed at the Ford family's villa to watch over Leah. If you can, try and

find out why she was so adamant about staying."

"Yes, Mr. Hendrik."

Night fell soon. By then the rain had stopped and the scent of damp earth still lingered. Leah opened

the window for some ventilation and deeply drank in the fresh, invigorating air.

Footsteps sounded from outside the room. A moment later, Shawn opened the door and came in. He

headed straight for Leah and attempted to slip his arm around her waist. "Sarah, I noticed you went

into the study today?"

Leah slipped aside and evaded his attempt at contact. Her body stiffened slightly and she felt panicky;

nonetheless, she put on a show of calm. "Mmhmm. I did." She had managed to avoid the servant; how

had he found out?

Shawn's smile hardened. He strode forward and pulled her into his arms without taking no for an

answer. "The surveillance cameras saw you go in. What were you looking for in my study, hmm?"

Leah's heart thudded wildly in her chest and her palms began sweating. She wanted to struggle free

from his embrace, but Shawn held her even more firmly. She had no choice but to abandon her

attempts. Lowering her eyes to avoid betraying her panic, she forced herself to keep her voice calm.

"Oh…I was just looking for a good book to read. You've taken my phone away, and there's no TV here.

I'm really bored."

Naturally, it had never crossed Shawn's mind that Leah might have accurately guessed the nature of

his laboratory experiments and his scheme. All his doubts vanished at once. "I see. You should have

just asked the servant to call me, you know."

A slight gleam flickered through Leah's eyes. She squirmed out of Shawn's embrace the minute he

loosened his grasp. "Well, now you know. Could I have my phone back then?"

Even though she had found out from Lucy that her phone had been rendered useless, she could not let

him know that Lucy had told her. She could only play dumb.

Shawn chuckled and leaned in close to murmur against her ear, "Just use my phone, Sarah; you can

play whatever games on it you'd like…"

His hot breath against her ear gave Leah goosebumps and she felt extremely uncomfortable. She took

two steps back to distance herself from him a little. "Maybe tomorrow or something. It's late, and I'm

tired."

However, Shawn's smile deepened in disturbing fashion. With one arm around her slender waist, he

gently slid his hand down her neck in a gentle caress. "Alright. I'll come to bed with you then…"