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Chapter 186: He’s So Gullible
Charles’s face was full of grief and anger, but in the end, he let go of his hand and the gun fell to the ground.
Bill gritted his teeth, climbed out of the villa’s gate, and fell to the side of the road, unable to exert any strength.
The raindrops. .h.i.t his face, bringing a bitter cold, and he could clearly feel that his life was pa.s.sing by little by little.
Since receiving this task, he never thought of being able to leave alive.
At this moment, two pairs of feet appeared in his sight.
Bill raised his head and blinked his blurred eyes.
In the rain, Claire and Noah stood in front of him holding a black umbrella.
“Do you need us to take you to the hospital?” Claire looked down at him, her expression still indifferent.
Bill made a faint voice. “I want… to see him…”
To see him one last time.
“OK.” Claire agreed and reached out towards Bill. “But you have to give me the serum.”
Noah turned to look at her in surprise.
Claire said coldly, “I know, the serum you gave your father is fake.”
Bill suddenly raised his head and laughed. “I hate his guts. On the day I went to grab the serum, it was he who let Paul go there. If it weren’t for him, Paul wouldn’t be injured. He has been threatening me with Paul’s life forever!”
Therefore, he had to send Paul away.
Bill took out the real serum from his pocket and handed it to Claire. “Take me to see him.”
According to the address given by Bill, they drove to a remote village.
The sky had cleared up.
Claire put Bill on the muddy roadside and sat back in the car with Noah.
Soon, Paul appeared.
He was carrying a plastic bag in his hand, his body was still thin, his face was pale, but his eyes sparkled.
Finding Bill lying on the side of the road, Paul hurried to him, knelt down, and looked at him with strange and worried eyes.
“Sir? Are you okay?”
Hearing the familiar voice, Bill hurriedly opened his eyelids, his vision was blurred, but he could still see Paul’s face clearly.
He finally pulled out a smile, and tremblingly raised his blood-stained hand, trying to touch that face, but afraid of getting Paul dirty, he stopped abruptly when he was about to touch it.
“What’s the matter?” A man ran over.
Paul looked at him with a look for help. “Brother Philip, this person is injured. Call the emergency number.”
“Oh, okay.” Brother Philip immediately took out his cell phone.
In the car, Claire leaned her head against the window and sighed. “His memory has been erased, so he won’t even recognize him when they meet. Why bother?”
Noah said, “Only by forgetting this, can he live his life. An old friend of mine did the same.”
Noah didn’t answer, just looking at Claire, as if looking at another person through her and muttered. “He went off to fight a mortal battle, so he must erase the memory of the one he loves.”
Claire cast a suspicious look at her.
Noah turned away from the topic. “How do you know that the serum he gave to his father is fake? And how could you find him?”
Claire shrugged and smiled. “I investigated everything about him, and have been following him in the dark.”
So she knew that the real serum was still in his hands. That was why she could appear in time, trading Paul for it.
It was getting late.
Paul brought the food to the table.
Brother Philip sat opposite, eating and saying. “Just now the hospital called. The man who fell on the side of the road today died despite emergency rescue efforts.”
“Ah… so pitiful.” Paul lowered his head, his expression unseen, but a drop of tear quietly fell into the bowl.
After solving Bill’s matter, Claire went straight to Gallon’s apartment.
Entering the room, she opened the refrigerator, took a sip of soda, and slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move even an inch.
Suddenly, a message popped up on her phone.
She clicked on the message and saw a photo sent from a strange number.
And the person in the photo was Hunter Johnson.
Claire instantly sat upright and dialed this number immediately.
Soon, a man’s voice came from the other end. “Miss Claire.”
The sound was familiar.
Claire frowned. “Henry Cook?”
“Yes, it’s me.” Henry said in a playful tone. “He was so gullible. He just obediently followed me as soon as he heard your name.”