Chapter 312

Chapter 312

Turned out it was just a coincidence, and Naomi should be thanking Queenie for it.

“Why are you here with the ambulance?” Noticing the sullen look on Naomi’s face, Jack asked gently

“I…” Before Naomi could answer him, the door to the operating room opened, and the doctor stepped

out of it.

Naomi hurried up to him. “Doctor, how’s Cayden doing?”

“I’m sorry.” The doctor replied regretfully, “He was acutely poisoned. We couldn’t resuscitate him.”

“What?” Naomi was stunned and fell straight backwards.

Luckily, Jack kept an eye on her. He quickly caught her and held her in his arms.

“What’s going on?” Jack turned to the officer standing beside him with a stern look. The officer was

shocked and shrunk his neck.

“I’m sorry. This is a dereliction of duty on our part. We will definitely look into this matter and give you

an explanation!” The officer looked at Naomi with a guilty look.

“When Miss Naomi was visiting Cayden, she witnessed Cayden having the attack. It was horrible. I

think Miss Naomi may need psychological counselling.”

Hearing the officer’s words, Jack immediately looked down at Naomi.

He then realized that Naomi’s face was pale as paper and her eyes were lax. She looked as if she had

lost her mind.

Jack felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart! It hurt so much!

‘Who dared to hurt Naomi?’

Immediately, he carried Naomi in his arms and strode towards the vip ward.

“Sean! Get the psychiatrist!”

“Yes!”

At the end of the corridor, Queenie was hiding in the corner, watching them. She stared at Jack and

Naomi’s backs with sinister eyes. She had a frightening aura, like a ghost!

Queenie walked quickly back to her ward and slammed the door closed.

Leaning against the back of the door, she slowly clenched her fists. Her long nails were pinched into

her palms, and blood was oozed out. However, Queenie didn’t even notice.

She tilted her head eerily, broke out into a giggle, and she was shaking.

“Naomi, I want you to die!”

The next second, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a mysterious international number.

“Hello? Make me a bracelet with a locator chip and a miniature bomb inside! Make it covert! Don’t let

anyone find it! I want it tomorrow!” When the phone was picked up, Queenie shouted into the phone.

Then a gentle male voice rang out over the phone. The voice was eerie.

“Miss May, do you know how much the microchip and bomb cost?”

“I won’t let you be disappointed! What if I give you the confidential data of Hough Corp’s e commerce

system?” Queenie spoke calmly. She had made plans.

At the other end of the phone, a quirky laugh rang out. “Good. You really never disappoint me. You are

giving me more and more surprises. The bracelet will be delivered to your home

tomorrow morning.”

Before the man could finish his sentence, Queenie hung up the phone bluntly. Then she deleted the

call record.

Knock–

A knock came on the door of Queenie’s ward. Her eyes became fierce, and she asked in a gloomy

voice, “Who is that?”

“Miss May, I’m your nurse.”

The nurse was startled by Queenie’s voice.

‘Queenie sounds so weird. She is such a gentle woman. Was it my delusion?’

Soon, the door opened, and Queenie let the nurse in with a smile on her face.

The nurse shook her head. She thought it must be her delusion.

The nurse was completely unaware that Queenie was standing behind her and slowly raised the fruit

knife in her hand, a sinister expression on her face…