The Man Who Wanted to Kill Her


    I couldn’t resist and stepped closer to the man. He had tanned skin, thick eyebrows, andrge eyes.


    His appearance wasn’t bad, but his gaze had an underlying air of menace that sent shivers down my


    spine.


    My sudden movement startled him, and he turned to look at me. I looked away and calmly asked, “Are


    you done? I’m in a hurry, sorry.”


    Yet I sensed his gaze intensifying on me. When the nurse handed over his prescription, he snatched


    the medicine and swiftly walked away. Meanwhile, I gave the nurse my prescription and discreetly


    watched


    the man.


    I saw him hurriedly heading toward the medicine collection counter. Although I could barely see his


    facest time, I knew he was one of the kidnappers. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have narrowed his eyes at


    me like


    that.


    When I received my medicine, I looked toward the collection counter but saw no one there. I


    overlooked


    collecting my medicine and scanned theers of the lobby. However, the man had vanished.


    It seemed he had recognized me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have disappeared so quickly. Perhaps he


    was


    hiding and observing me. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I dared not move. After all, I


    was


    in the light, and he was in the shadows.


    If memory served right, the man had gotten shot that night. I recalled how he had stabbed his knife


    fiercely toward me. One of As’s men had shot the man, presumably injuring his wrist or arm.


    That was how I escaped his clutches.


    As had been investigating the matter since then, but I wondered how the man could wander around


    Foswood like that. I thought As’s men had caught the guyst time. Did he escape As’s pursuit?


    After all, some time had passed, and things had calmed down.


    I steadied my mind, collected my medicine, and hastily left the hospital. I sat in my car and observed


    the crowding and going from the hospital. However, I didn’t see the burly man anywhere.


    I started the car and drove away, with the image of the snake tattoo shing in my mind. The


    comparison between the two images–the position, pattern, and figure–matched.


    No matter how I tried to calm myself, I couldn’t stop shaking. After all, someone who had tried to kill me


    had appeared before me. Also, I couldn’t ask As anything.


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    Leven ran a red light without realizing it. I only noticed it when a traffic officer pulled me over. I


    epted the ticket and repeatedly apologized, but I still received a scolding from the officer


    sry.


    “You can’t do that, Chloe. You’ve already been too kind to me. I can’t take your money,” Johnson


    protested, shaking his head.


    Myra agreed, “Absolutely not, Chloe!”


    “Don’t refuse so quickly. I understand how tough it is for you two. You can easily move to work at a


    better ce, but since you’re working for me, I can’t let my employees suffer,” I assured them.


    “Plus, your


    kid is still too young for kindergarten, and Myra won’t be able to work for a while. I know your pressure


    is immense, Johnson. So don’t refuse because it’s only fair for me to offer you that. On the contrary, it’ll


    put my mind at ease.”


    it’ll


    I appealed to him with reason and emotion–it wasn’t an empty statement. After some thought, Johnson


    responded, “Okay. Thank you, Chloe. I will do my best for this.”


    I knew he was knowledgeable. His ready eptance also reassured me. The trio stayed at my ce


    untilte before leaving. It seemed my n had a more definite direction. However, I knew this


    approach would also pose significant risks. I had to be cautious and not act hastily.


    On Friday, I went to the hospital to remove my cast. I felt much lighter afterward. While heading


    downstairs, I picked up some medication for my dad. I saw a burly man ahead of me when I reached


    the


    payment counter. I couldn’t see how many people were still in line ahead.


    Finally, when the man bent to hand over his prescription, I saw a snake tattoo on his wrist. I instantly


    recognized this tattoo. I had seen the same tattoo during my kidnapping. It was the burly man who had


    carried me through the tall grass.


    Though I hadn’t seen the man’s face that night, I remembered this tattoo vividly. My heart raced as I


    stepped aside to get a better look at him.