CHAPTER 845: CHAPTER 844

Sean chuckled as he realized that the girl wasn’t just gutsy and clever but also somewhat formidable in her own right.

"I know my own body pretty well."

Even though he had been hit last night, it wasn’t serious enough to cause such severe symptoms.

Since the girl had described the timing and symptoms so clearly, he was curious to see if things would unfold as she had predicted tonight.

"Excuse us," Rosemary said as she and Horace left with an air of dignity.

"Sean."

Steward was about to question his boss’s decision to let them walk away so freely when he noticed Sean’s smile. Didn’t Sean seriously believe that girl’s words?

"Sean, did you really cough up blood last night?" Steward asked with genuine concern.

"It’s nothing."

Sean shooed the tiger cub away to play and slowly stood up to head upstairs.

His answer shocked Steward. So, he really did cough up blood? And the girl predicted it? Was she really that miraculous? How could she possibly know with such certainty?

Thinking it over, it seemed that the two of them were the only ones who could show up at the place unscathed and leave just as peacefully.

As Horace followed Rosemary out of the house, the usually playful hounds all sat down neatly, wagging their tails and watching them leave. Their behavior couldn’t have been more obedient.

Horace could hardly believe it, and even as they left the villa’s front yard, he looked back a few times in disbelief.

The furry little creatures were still sitting quietly, showing no signs of chasing after them.

"Boss, those dogs didn’t chase us, and neither did the people. You’re incredible," Henry’s admiration for her grew. To leave from Sean’s clutches unscathed and to make those little guys so well-behaved.

"Oh right, boss, how did you know Sean coughed up blood last night?"

"I was the one who hit him; how could I not know?"

Rosemary had struck with considerable force the night before, and with Sean already injured, it was only natural for him to cough up blood.

"Forget about them, I think you’re amazing." Henry glanced back again, lowering his voice to whisper,

"So, boss, are the symptoms you mentioned really going to happen tonight?"

"They will."

Rosemary’s confident reply left Horace even more puzzled, "Sean’s really that badly hurt? It sounds pretty grim."

"He’s hurt, but not so bad that surgery is immediately necessary."

They could even wait another month or two if they had to.

"But you managed to convince him to have the surgery in the next couple of days and sell you the island," Henry found his boss to be quite extraordinary.

"I slipped something into his drink earlier, so tonight, at the times I mentioned, the drug will take effect."

He would experience the symptoms she described: breathlessness, choking, coughing up blood, and so on.

"You did what?!" Henry’s eyes bulged, and he quickly looked back to make sure no one was following before whispering, "Boss, you actually drugged their leader right in front of them? You’re so bold. But if

those doctors find out tonight."

"What of it? Without the antidote, they’ll have to come to us."

Her drug wasn’t toxic and wouldn’t endanger lives; it would just make one suffer a bit. Without this move,neither of them would be able to leave tonight unharmed. She could tell that Steward had been itching to catch her more than once.

"But Sean is no pushover. If he finds out we played him like this, even after the surgery, we’re not going to escape so easily."

"When the time comes, I’ll find a way out."

Henry hadn’t realized his boss had an escape plan all figured out, and his admiration for her deepened.

"No one in the world could save him from his injury."

Had it been possible, he wouldn’t have held on till now. She performed surgery on him a day early, sparing him another day of agony. In doing so, she did him a huge favor.

Horace ushered Rosemary onto the speedboat, then whisked them away over the water. Once docked,he drove Rosemary back to her hotel.

Upon reaching her presidential suite, Rosemary checked in with Romeo to assure him she was safe,then caught up on some work, took a shower, and climbed into bed.

At midnight, Sean felt an unbearable heaviness in his chest. While reviewing documents, he suddenly coughed up blood.

"Sean."

Steward glanced at the clock, shocked that the young lady’s prediction had come true it was indeed midnight, and there was indeed blood.

"It’s nothing," Sean dismissed it as a mere coincidence, wiping his mouth before returning to his paperwork.

A servant immediately stepped forward to clean the floor. After a few more minutes, Sean tossed the documents back to Steward, "What is this rubbish plan? Have it redone."

"Yes, sir."

Steward wanted to suggest calling a doctor, but hearing Sean dismiss him with a "You can go now," he could only bow and leave as Sean went to bathe, even though he still felt worried.

Once Steward reached the front yard, the hounds started barking at him incessantly.

"You little things, always barking at me. Quiet when those two came by, are only Sean and those two your master?" He remembered feeding them often.

Some of the hounds kept barking, which annoyed Steward, "Ungrateful little beasts." He wondered what trick they used to win over the dogs on their first try.

"Still barking?" He feigned a threat, and they quieted down.

Looking up at the light in Sean’s room, Steward couldn’t shake the worry. What if the girl was right?

She’d been accurate about several things. Better safe than sorry.

With that thought, he stealthily made calls to a few doctors, telling them to be on standby. He then settled into the guest room designated for him in each of Sean’s houses. Initially touched by the gesture, he later realized it was so he could better serve Sean.

But he was content with that! Years spent by Sean’s side had shown him that despite Sean’s brash and fierce exterior, he was a decent man.

At 1:59 AM, Steward fought against sleep, watching the clock until 2:00 AM. There was no sound from Sean’s room. Waking Sean now could be a death wish. So he held his breath and waited until 2:06 AM.

No light, no sound. Reassured, Steward finally allowed himself to sleep.

In the master bedroom, Sean struggled for breath, sitting up but still unable to catch a full breath.

Glancing at his watch, it was indeed 2:00 AM. Had the girl’s words come true?

This time, these symptoms. He pulled some pills from the nightstand, the ones he usually took, swallowed two, and lay back down to rest.