Chapter 397

The Man Who Wanted to Kill Her I couldn’t resist and stepped closer to the man. He had tanned skin, thick eyebrows, and large eyes.

His appearance wasn’t bad, but his gaze had an underlying air of menace that sent shivers down my spine.

My sudden movement startled him, and he turned to look at me. I looked away and calmly asked, “Are you done? I’m in a hurry, sorry.”

Yet I sensed his gaze intensifying on me. When the nurse handed over his prescription, he snatched the medicine and swiftly walked away. Meanwhile, I gave the nurse my prescription and discreetly watched the man.

I saw him hurriedly heading toward the medicine collection counter. Although I could barely see his face last time, I knew he was one of the kidnappers. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have narrowed his eyes at me like that.

When I received my medicine, I looked toward the collection counter but saw no one there. I overlooked collecting my medicine and scanned the comers of the lobby. However, the man had vanished.

It seemed he had recognized me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have disappeared so quickly. Perhaps he was hiding and observing me. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I dared not move. After all, I was in the light, and he was in the shadows.

If memory served right, the man had gotten shot that night. I recalled how he had stabbed his knife fiercely toward me. One of Atlas’s men had shot the man, presumably injuring his wrist or arm.

That was how I escaped his clutches.

Atlas had been investigating the matter since then, but I wondered how the man could wander around Foswood like that. I thought Atlas’s men had caught the guy last time. Did he escape Atlas’s pursuit?

After all, some time had passed, and things had calmed down.

I steadied my mind, collected my medicine, and hastily left the hospital. I sat in my car and observed the crowd coming and going from the hospital. However, I didn’t see the burly man anywhere.

I started the car and drove away, with the image of the snake tattoo flashing in my mind. The comparison between the two images–the position, pattern, and figure–matched.

No matter how I tried to calm myself, I couldn’t stop shaking. After all, someone who had tried to kill me had appeared before me. Also, I couldn’t ask Atlas anything.

Leven ran a red light without realizing it. I only noticed it when a traffic officer pulled me over. I accepted the ticket and repeatedly apologized, but I still received a scolding from the officer salary.

“You can’t do that, Chloe. You’ve already been too kind to me. I can’t take your money,” Johnson protested, shaking his head.

Myra agreed, “Absolutely not, Chloe!”

“Don’t refuse so quickly. I understand how tough it is for you two. You can easily move to work at a better place, but since you’re working for me, I can’t let my employees suffer,” I assured them.

“Plus, your kid is still too young for kindergarten, and Myra won’t be able to work for a while. I know your pressure is immense, Johnson. So don’t refuse because it’s only fair for me to offer you that. On the contrary, it’ll put my mind at ease.”

it’ll I appealed to him with reason and emotion–it wasn’t an empty statement. After some thought, Johnson responded, “Okay. Thank you, Chloe. I will do my best for this.”

I knew he was knowledgeable. His ready acceptance also reassured me. The trio stayed at my place until late before leaving. It seemed my plan had a more definite direction. However, I knew this approach would also pose significant risks. I had to be cautious and not act hastily.

On Friday, I went to the hospital to remove my cast. I felt much lighter afterward. While heading downstairs, I picked up some medication for my dad. I saw a burly man ahead of me when I reached the payment counter. I couldn’t see how many people were still in line ahead.

Finally, when the man bent to hand over his prescription, I saw a snake tattoo on his wrist. I instantly recognized this tattoo. I had seen the same tattoo during my kidnapping. It was the burly man who had carried me through the tall grass.

Though I hadn’t seen the man’s face that night, I remembered this tattoo vividly. My heart raced as I stepped aside to get a better look at him.