I had always tried to build good relationships with several of Ferris’s personal secretaries, especially beta Simon.
He was Ferris’s most trusted subordinate and one of the few people in the pack who knew about my relationship with Ferris.
Initially, when he learned I had entered the treatment center, he worried I would turn the place upside down.
But the result was beyond his expectations.
I worked hard to prove my abilities to him and everyone around Ferris.
But now there was no need.
I was tired.
Now I just wanted to go home early.
I looked at Simon and said coldly. “I want to resign. I’m leaving.”
Simon hadn’t expected me to refuse so decisively.
His face darkened, thinking I was using my status to demand special treatment: “Dr. Windsor, please correct your work attitude. It’s not your home, you don’t get to do whatever you want!”
picked up my bag, maintaining the same attitude: “If you’re dissatisfied, you can fire me right now.”
You-”
gathered my things and left.
¡imon couldn’t believe I had actually just walked away like that.
What are you spacing out about?” A passing colleague patted his shoulder.
Don’t you think Ms. Windsor seems like a different person lately?”
he person paused: “Not really… she’s always been gentle. What’s wrong?”
imon also thought that I had worked so hard to establish my footing at the treatment center–how could I really be willing to leave?
le scoffed: “Nothing, probably just trying some new strategy of playing hard to get. Let’s go.”
fter leaving the treatment center, I went straight home.
bought some things at the convenience store downstairs from my apartment building. When I returned to the car, the passenger door suddenly opened and a all figure got in.
My heart jumped. Just as I turned my head, a black gun barrel was pointed at me.
Don’t move.”
The man wore all black, a mask, with his cap pulled low so I couldn’t see his face clearly, but his eyes looking at me were cold and sharp.
raised both hands and didn’t move again.
The man took away my bag and phone: “I won’t hurt you. After you take me where I need to go, you can leave.”
But if you secretly mindlink anyone or use any means to call for help, the silver bullet in my gun will definitely take your life.”
Without waiting for my reaction, he coldly commanded: “Drive,”
The surroundings were empty–no cars, no people. The nearest police station was some distance away.
As I calculated in my mind, I noticed the car now had a strong smell of blood.
I paused, started the car, and asked: “Where to?”
“Go straight, to West Shore Dock.” The man added: “I’ll tell you the specific route.”
“No need. I know the way.”
1 said this while driving the car out.
After that, I focused on driving. The man said nothing more, and the car fell quict.
West Shore Dock was half an hour away from here. Throughout the journey, I showed no panic, driving steadily and accurately without taking a single wrong
turn.
The man gripped his gun, and his gaze toward me gradually changed.
