Chapter 437

Chapter 437

"Did that woman just poison him?"

Panic erupted in the bar. Waiters scrambled, shouting for someone to call 911, as the atmosphere dissolved into screams and chaos.

Amidst the frenzy, Janet slipped through the crowd, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She stepped out of Golden Luna into the cool night air. I wonder which idiot hired those losers to tail me? she thought. They actually tried to get me drunk. Amateurs.

In reality, Janet had spiked the glass of wine long before they noticed. She hadn't intended to kill her stalkers—she just wanted them off her back. The "poison" she’d given Reiner was actually a potent laxative. It was a messy lesson, but a necessary one.

The night was quiet as Janet wandered the streets, aimlessly kicking at pebbles and glancing at the stars. "You’ve been following me all night," she said to the empty air. "Aren't you tired yet?"

She’d known she was being followed since she left the bar. Initially, she ignored it, but the stalker’s persistence was starting to grate on her nerves.

A man in a white t-shirt stepped out from the shadows. Janet turned around, grunting with a smirk. He looks like a gentleman, and he’s actually got decent style, she noted. Too bad his behavior is so creepy. We might have actually gotten along if he wasn't stalking me.

"Why are you following me?" Janet asked calmly.

Sheldon frowned, taken moved by the petite woman’s utter indifference. "Are you the famous Doctor Sandra?"

Janet shrugged, her expression unreadable. "What if I am? What if I’m not?"

Excitement flickered in Sheldon’s eyes. "Please, can you save a life? Just name your price!"

"ALS is incurable," Janet replied flatly, cutting him off before he could build up hope.

Sheldon’s smile vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp gaze. "How did you know it was ALS?"

The secret was supposed to be guarded by the Fuller family alone. No one outside their inner circle knew the Old Master’s diagnosis.

Janet paused. "I’ve been followed ever since I refused to treat an ALS patient last time. How else do you think I know?" She looked up at the moon. "Stop following me. This is your final warning."

She was willing to fight to the death to defend herself, but she had no interest in playing god with terminal illnesses. She didn't want the weight of a failed surgery—and "innocent blood"—on her hands.

Under the moonlight, Sheldon’s voice turned cold. "Did you kill Reiner?"

Janet’s lips curled into a smile. "Relax. It was just a laxative. He’ll live. Now, go back to wherever you came from. You’re not welcome in Sandfort City."

Without warning, Sheldon lunged. He moved with lightning speed, and in less than a second, a dagger was pressed against Janet’s throat.

Janet didn't flinch; she smiled. Impressive. He actually has some skill.

In a blur of motion, she slammed her elbow into Sheldon’s abdomen, sending him staggering back in pain. Seizing the opening, she drew a blade from the small of her back. Before Sheldon could recover, she had turned the tables, pinning her own blade against his throat.

The empty street felt heavy with the sudden escalation of violence.

"Why won't you just leave me alone?" Janet asked, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You must be insane to keep pushing me."

As Sheldon’s face darkened, Janet added indifferently, "The only reason I’m playing your game is because I don't want to cause a scene in Sandfort City. If we were in Markovia, you’d be taking a permanent nap by now."

Sheldon stared into her eyes, unblinking even with the steel against his skin. He was bewildered. She’s just a girl, yet she speaks of killing so casually. Who is she?

Just then, the silence was broken by the ringing of Janet’s phone. She frowned, her grip tightening for a second before she turned away to answer it.