The bodyguard imdiately complied.
A familiar face was revealed, and Ethan Grant was stunned. "Vivian Quinn, what are you doing here?!"
Vivian Quinn smiled. "Chairman Grant, surprised? Unexpected, isn’t it?"
"You dare to impersonate the Phantom Healer to trick ? I’ll kill you!"
"Chairman Grant, calm down. If I die, you’ll be going down with . Are you sure you want to make that trade?"
Ethan Grant was unfazed. "You think a useless little bitch like you can do anything to ? You’re dead today!"
"I’m still young. I’m not ready to die just yet."
Vivian Quinn’s fingertips tapped lightly on the table. Once, twice, three tis.
Suddenly, Ethan Grant’s legs gave out, and he collapsed back onto the sofa. His hands seed to lose all strength, and he couldn’t even hold his gun steady, dropping it to the floor.
"Chairman Grant!" the bodyguard asked urgently. "What’s wrong?"
Humiliated and enraged, Ethan Grant shouted, "Get her!"
Just as the bodyguards were about to make a move, Vivian Quinn pulled a small bottle from her pocket and sprayed it at them.
"ARGH!" The bodyguards cried out in pain, clutching their faces. "My eyes!"
Vivian Quinn stood up and walked out, only to find that Ethan Grant had a backup plan—another group of bodyguards was waiting outside the door.
Vivian Quinn’s brow furrowed. Just as she was about to fight, a figure dressed in black suddenly erged from around the corner and began fighting the bodyguards.
Vivian’s heart leaped with joy. It was the sa man who had saved her in the countryside, wearing the exact sa clothes!
The man’s skills were exceptional. His moves were ruthless and decisive, and within a few minutes, he had subdued all the bodyguards. He then walked over to Vivian Quinn.
The man was very tall, probably around six-foot-three. Vivian Quinn had to tilt her head up to see the top of his, but he was so heavily covered that she couldn’t see his face at all.
The man’s voice was low and flat, like an unchanging horizontal line. "Are you all right?"
Vivian Quinn bead. "I’m fine. Thank you."
"We shouldn’t linger here. Let’s go."
"Okay."
The two of them walked out of the teahouse and got into a black sedan parked by the road. The man quickly drove away.
Vivian Quinn noticed that not only was his face completely covered, but he was also wearing gloves.
She collected her thoughts and said, "Sir, you’ve saved twice now. I didn’t even get a chance to thank you last ti."
"I had sothing to attend to that day, so I left early. It was nothing, not worth ntioning."
"If you hadn’t stepped in that day, I’d probably be dead by now. I’ll never forget your kindness."
"Did you have a miscarriage that day?"
At the ntion of this, a sharp pain pierced Vivian Quinn’s heart. She said sullenly, "No, I wasn’t actually pregnant. I was mistaken."
It was laughable. She was the Phantom Healer, yet she couldn’t even tell if she was pregnant.
She had been brought back to the Quinn Family before she could delve into the field of gynecology, which had interrupted her dical studies.
"You’re married?" the man asked.
"Yes."
The man comforted her, "Look at it this way, not being pregnant is better than having an accidental miscarriage, don’t you think?"
Vivian Quinn nodded. "You’re right. If I had miscarried a child that day, I would have been living a fate worse than death. Thinking about it that way, this misunderstanding wasn’t such a bad thing after all."
"Thank you. I forgot to introduce myself. My na is Vivian Quinn. What’s your na?"
"Zachary Quinn."
Vivian Quinn said in pleasant surprise, "Your last na is Quinn, too? What a coincidence!"
"Mm."
"Let treat you to a al."
"I have other things to do. I can’t have a al with you."
"Oh, right. My apologies for being so forward. You can just pull over and let out. I can get a cab ho myself."
"Will you be okay?"
"Of course. I’m not a child."
"All right."
Before getting out of the car, Vivian Quinn grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down a series of numbers. "This is my phone number. I have to repay you for your kindness. If there’s anything I can do, just let know."
"Okay."
...
Rachel Quinn rushed to the hospital and asked anxiously, "Austin, how is Grant?"
Austin Grant sat by the hospital bed, his head wrapped in gauze and his left arm in a cast, looking sullen. "See for yourself."
Ethan Grant lay on the bed and spoke weakly, "I’m fine, Rachel. Thank you for coming to see ..."
His limbs had gone numb at the teahouse, and it was only after being taken to the hospital for an examination that he learned Vivian Quinn hadn’t used poison, but rather a substance that temporarily paralyzed the nerves.
’She knows what’s good for her!’
But even so, he would never let that little bitch get away with this!
Rachel Quinn said obediently, "You’re my future father-in-law, so of course I must show my respect. How did you end up in the hospital so suddenly?"
Austin Grant gritted his teeth. "It was all Vivian Quinn’s doing. She’s gotten bold, daring to impersonate the Phantom Healer to fool my dad!"
Rachel Quinn was shocked. "Vivian could impersonate the Phantom Healer? How is that possible!"
"Who knows what tricks she pulled," Austin Grant said with a hateful expression. "And we still can’t find the identity of that damn man in the wheelchair."
"You still can’t find anything after all this ti?" Rachel Quinn was surprised. "If even the Grant Family can’t find him, could he be so big shot?"
"Impossible. I’ve checked Aethelgard and even all of Celestine, and I haven’t found any major figure who uses a wheelchair."
"I also don’t think anyone is a match for the Grant Family, so Austin, don’t worry too much. Maybe he’s a nobody."
"You two are still too young," Ethan Grant said. "The person backing Vivian Quinn is definitely not simple."
He had ordered his n to gang-rape Vivian Quinn, but those three n disappeared, and Vivian was completely unhard.
He sent people to investigate the whereabouts of those three n, but there has been no news since.
In Aethelgard, anyone who can make three people vanish without a trace, so cleanly that even he can’t find them, is definitely no simple figure!
"Since Dad said so, I have even more reason to investigate thoroughly! Besides, I suspect Vivian Quinn has already married that cripple!" Austin Grant analyzed. "Rachel, didn’t you say before that she had moved her household registration? She doesn’t even own a house, so how could she move her registration?"
"Yes, I never expected Vivian to do sothing so outrageous," Rachel Quinn said sadly. "I was really hoping Vivian could change for the better, but now she’s even dared to move against you two. As her sister, I can’t possibly forgive her."
Ethan Grant was very appreciative. "Worthy of being the Grant Family’s future daughter-in-law, you’re on the sa page as us. Austin, use all of our connections to find out the identity of that cripple. I want him and Vivian Quinn to suffer a fate worse than death!"
"Yes, sir."
...
Vivian Quinn took a cab back to the villa and found that Jett Sterling wasn’t ho. She called over a maid and asked, "Where’s Jett Sterling?"
"The master went out and hasn’t returned yet."
"Oh."
About half an hour later, Jett Sterling returned. Vivian Quinn imdiately went to greet him. "Where did you go? Didn’t I tell you to stay ho, rest, and not run around?"
"Didn’t you run around too?"
"I was taking care of important business," Vivian Quinn said happily. "Jett Sterling, guess who I saw today?"
"Seeing how excited you are, you must have seen a handso guy, huh?"
Vivian Quinn laughed. "I honestly don’t know if his face is handso, but he looked so cool when he was fighting! It was the man in the trench coat who saved last ti!"
Jett Sterling said nonchalantly, "Congratulations, you’ve finally found your long-awaited savior."
"Huh? Jett Sterling, you’re acting a little strange." Vivian Quinn looked at him suspiciously. "Normally, you’d be upset the mont you heard call another man cool. Why are you so different today?"
Besides, she didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that this Zachary Quinn was a bit like the Jett Sterling standing before her...
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