Chapter 83Fanny readily agreed, “Sure. Do reach out if you ever need my help. I’m taking part in a fashion design
TV show, so I’ll be in the country for the next few months.” “All right!” The two chatted for a bit before
exchanging contact details, then going their separate ways. Arielle was about to hail a cab, but an MPV
suddenly drove up to her—it was Rayson. He rolled down the window and tee-heed. “Ms. Sannie, it
won’t be easy to get a cab from here.
I’ll give you a ride home instead.” He mentally justified his actions. Mr. Nightshire instructed me to stay
by Ms. Sannie’s side. Plus, I can’t help but worry about letting her go home on her own. Who knows?
She might be the future Mrs. Nightshire. As Mr. Nightshire’s assistant, how can I allow such a
distinguished figure to travel home in some dodgy cab? Arielle’s shoulders fell, giving in to his
persistence. Still, she couldn’t help but ask, “Don’t you have anything better to do?
Like helping out at Nightshire Group?” Rayson chuckled awkwardly at her question. Little did she know,
he had sorted out Mr. Nightshire’s schedule for tomorrow and looked through three of the company’s
documents while waiting for her to shop. Arielle didn’t decline and got into his car. Unfortunately for
them, their car broke down halfway. Then the two of them stood by the roadside while staring at each
other.
Various cars drove by as they waited for the tow truck to arrive. As time passed, Rayson frowned
deeper and deeper. He then checked their location and awkwardly uttered, “Ms. Sannie, the tow truck
might take another half an hour to arrive. It’ll also be difficult to hitch a ride on this highway. I happen to
know that Mr. Jupiter lives within this area. Perhaps we should head over and see if he’ll lend us his
car…?”
Arielle heaved a sigh before nodding. We can’t keep waiting aimlessly here for the next half hour. The
Jupiters lived in the northern suburbs, near the national park. Their home sat on a large estate. It had
traditional architecture, featuring pillars as well as white and black color schemes. Tall white fences
surrounded the house, guarding the artistically built home inside as if it were a portal to another world.By the time Vinson and Harvey arrived, Carter had already moved the person down to the spare
garage in the basement.
The otherwise pitch-black garage was now brightly lit. As soon as Vinson entered, he saw that the man
had crouched into the corner. The man rocked his body slightly while mumbling a series of nonsensical
words. His clothes were in tatters; the white shirt he wore was heavily stained and had multiple holes.
On top of that, the man’s unkempt hair looked like overgrown weeds. His frazzled appearance
resembled that of a beggar who had gone insane. Even so, Vinson immediately recognized the man—
he’s one of the assassins on the cruise. Carter noticed that Vinson and Harvey had entered. He
nudged his gold-framed glasses and joined Jordan in approaching them. “What’s going on?” Harvey
glanced at the disheveled man before resuming, “This guy stabbed me when I was overseas. Back
then, he looked like some CEO of an international company or something.
So why does he look like this now? Is he faking it?” Jordan shrugged. He tossed the toy rat aside and
shook his head in response. “I’ve tested him, and it doesn’t seem like he’s faking it. He really is insane.”
The rubbery rat that Jordan threw landed on Carter’s foot. Disgusted, Carter kicked it away. He nudged
his gold-rimmed glasses once again and said, “This man drifted at sea for about a month. The local
fishermen said that he encountered a shark before they found him.
noveldramaLuck was on his side, but it seems like the whole thing scarred him mentally. We won’t get much
information from interrogating him while he’s in this state. All we can do now is treat him in my family’s
private hospital.” Harvey cussed at this, “This b*stard nearly killed me! And you want to treat him?
Where the hell is the logic in this?”
Boisterous laughter roared out from Jordan. He teased, “Hah! Would you look at that? I didn’t think you
knew such colorful language. It looks like you’re back to normal now, eh?” Harvey’s face puckered intoa glare. Then he walked closer to the deranged man and looked him coldly in the eye. “I get that we’re
sending you for treatment, but I gotta get my revenge!”
With that, Harvey gripped the collar of the man’s shirt and rammed a fist into his stomach. The impact
rattled the man, who spewed a mouthful of blood before passing out cold.