Chapter 811

The assistant stood nearby, stunned by what he overheard during the conversation.

“I’m leaving.”

Leon swiftly entered his car and headed toward the location Fiona had mentioned.

As Leon’s car pulled away, Lois’s vehicle coincidentally arrived. “Where’s he off to?”

Lois alighted from her car, addressing Leon’s assistant.

“Fiona claims to be at death’s door. The boss is going to bid her farewell. Who knows what that devious

Fiona is scheming? Just days ago, she seemed perfectly fine, and now she’s suddenly claiming to be

at death’s door. She even mentioned wanting to share a secret with the boss. It’s probably all a ploy,”

the assistant grumbled.

Fiona on her deathbed? A secret? Lois’ instincts tingled.

Fiona seemed determined to confess the truth to Leon before her final breaths. She sought revenge.

Lois’ eyes dimed momentarily.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Miss Rayne, are you alright?” inquired the assistant.

Forcing composure, Lois responded, “I’m fine. I’ll go take a Look.” After navigating winding roads, Leon

finally reached the destination Fiona indicated.

Before a dilapidated door, Leon exerted force and pushed it open, his countenance laden with

seriousness.

Inside, dampness prevailed, as though it hadn’t been inhabited for ages.

Fiona lay on a wooden plank, still and with closed eyes

“Fiona!”

Leon approached and touched her, a wave of relief washing over him as he sensed warmth.

Fiona made a feeble effort to open her eyes.

“You’re really here,” her feeble voice emerged.

Confronted with that handsome countenance, Fiona’’s disbelief was palpable.

“I’LL get you to the hospital.”

Leon swept his gaze over Fiona’s battered form.

“No. I’m aware my time is near. I’m truly yearning for sleep.”