âHas the poisonâ¦been removed?â
âHe wouldnât be alive now if it hadnât been removed.â
Vicky bowed her head and whispered, âI didnât poison him. I donât really know whatâ¦happened, but he
didnât believe meâ¦â
No one would believe her, and up until this very moment, she had no idea what actually happened.
âI believe you,â Old Mister Hart said.
She gaped at him in disbelief. âYâYou do?â
He smiled. âApart from your birth and status, I do admire you, Ms. Shaw. Youâre smart, decisive, and
composed. Youâre made for greatness. Youâve come begging me for help for Tylerâs sake, so why
would you turn and poison him?â
Vicky stared at Old Mister Hart with a conflicted look, and for a man as sharp as Old Mister Hart, he
instantly guessed what she was thinking.
He lifted an eyebrow. âWhy? Did you think that I called you here to break you and Tyler up?â
âYes.â
He chuckled. âI like how honest you are.â
Old Mister Hartâs behavior had completely taken Vicky by surprise as she thought that he would
threaten her. To her bewilderment, he was rather kind and gentle with her.
As she lowered her head thoughtfully, Old Mister Hart took the opportunity to ask, âMs. Shaw, did you
really lose your memories?â
Her heart raced, and she looked up abruptly at Old Mister Hart.
There was a faint smile playing on his lips, but his gaze was as sharp as an eagle.
She started to sweat, and that was when Magnus hurried over to whisper a few words into Old Mister
Hartâs ear.
Old Mister Hart lifted an eyebrow but did not seem surprised. âHe sure is fast,â he said. âLet him in.
None of you can stop him, anyway.â
Magnus bowed respectfully before leaving.
As soon as Magnus was gone, Old Mister Hart smiled at Vicky. âTyler is here.â
Vicky glanced at her bracelet and realized that there was a tracker in it as the mysterious man claimed.
Otherwise, Tyler would have never been able to find her so quickly when the signal of her phone was
blocked.
âSince Tyler is here, I supposeâ¦weâll have to end our conversation here,â said Old Mister Hart. âI enjoy
our conversations, Ms. Shaw. Please drop by to chat with this pitiful old man whenever youâre free.â
Just then, they heard footsteps approaching, and when Vicky turned around, she saw a familiar
towering figure storming toward them.
Tylerâs expression was frosty, and his lips were tightly pursed as he approached them with an
intimidating presence.