She Has Real Skills

“Ma’am, you’re the one who’s out of your mind. You’ve been following Mr. Vexley around like a shadow—now you’re asking where he lives? Just like all those other women! Honestly, I think you’re nothing but a con artist with zero medical skills. Mr. Vexley, don’t let someone this shallow fool you! Gunter will be here any minute!”

Rael rolled his eyes so hard, it was a wonder they didn’t pop out.

Gunter Borbon was the Vexley’s private doctor.

Raina said nothing but gave Rael the exact same eye-roll back. Arms crossed, she deadpanned, “Like I said, detoxing this poison takes time. And while I do that, I have to stay by the kid’s side to make sure nothing goes wrong. Asking if Mr. Vexley’s been staying here, or where he lives, is just practical — it helps me do my job.”

Rael choked on his own blush, his face turning so red it could light up the whole room. Totally embarrassed.

Next thing he knew, a thin golden needle flashed out of nowhere and silently plunged into his forehead before he could react.

It all happened too fast. Rael was trained and quick, but he couldn’t even move. If Raina had stabbed him with anything but a needle, he’d be dead already.

He stared at her wide-eyed, heart pounding, completely frozen and unable to speak—just glaring silently.

Raina smiled and said, “Con artist?”

Rael was speechless.

He knew he was wrong.

But all he could do was look at her with guilty eyes.

Ignoring him, Raina turned to Leif and asked, “So? What do you think, Mr. Vexley?”

Rael’s little stunt had wiped away any doubts Leif had about Raina’s skills. He was ready to take any chance to save his son.

More importantly, she clearly had a connection with the kid.

No matter what, a child that small poisoned with something so rare and passed down from his mother? If it wasn’t suppressed, the kid probably wouldn’t still be alive.

So this poison couldn’t wait.

If it were her own child, she’d want someone to help him too.

Leif glanced at Rael. He’d doubted Raina’s medicine before, hoping for a miracle. Now, he trusted her more.

He focused and said, “Wexford Lane.”

Raina frowned. “What? Wexford Lane?”

“That’s where I live. I don’t stay here, but if it’s easier for the detox, you’re welcome to come with me.”

He meant his residence, not ‘home’ exactly.

Raina figured Wexford Lane was just one of his many properties.

Also, after all this time, no introductions, just formal titles — “Mr.” and “Miss” felt weird.

She knew who he was, the top power in the city’s biggest family, but he didn’t know her.

She’d just returned to the country, had no place to stay. The hotel was nice but not for long-term. Better to move and find a place later.

She shrugged it off and said, “Sure. But besides detoxing your son, I don’t want my movement restricted, and of course, I won’t interfere with you.”

Leif asked, “Alright then, can you take the needle out of his forehead now?”

Without a word, Raina plucked the golden needle from Rael’s forehead. If any pro were watching, they’d be amazed. Few could do what she just did.

Rael instinctively stepped back, staring at her like she might stab him again.

“Miss…” Leif said.

Raina pressed her forehead lightly and said, “I’m Raina Carrington. You can call me Miss Carrington.”

He repeated her name softly and smiled. “Leif Vexley.”

She wasn’t sure if it was just her, but despite his usual calm, distant tone, she sensed a seriousness in his voice.

Shaking her head, she asked, “Mr. Vexley, when do we leave?”

Leave for Wexford Lane.

Leif asked, “When will the kid wake up?”

“His dose was mild this time. About half an hour. But even if he’s out, it won’t affect anything.”

She realized she might have said that the wrong way. Rael’s glance was weird.

She really wasn’t in a rush to get to the Vexley family!

Raina wanted to explain, but that would only make things worse.

Leif probably misunderstood too, raising one brow, “We leave in ten minutes.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll pack.”

“Need help?” he asked.

“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t have much stuff, and I don’t like bothering others.”

Ten minutes later.

Rael watched Raina come out of the suite next door. She’d followed them here — still pretending she wasn’t after Mr. Vexley’s looks.

Leif cradled his son. “Let’s go.”

Rael muttered “Oh,” but kept staring at Raina like he wanted to burn holes through her.

He couldn’t figure out why Leif was suddenly so easygoing — always rejected others trying to get close, and now inviting Raina to Wexford Lane like it was nothing.

Wexford Lane was the most private of all Vexley’s residences — even Rael couldn’t go there freely.

Leif was definitely doing this for his son.

Outside, black sedans waited silently at the hotel entrance.

Rael quickly opened the door, clearly signaling Raina didn’t deserve Mr. Vexley’s ride.

She didn’t care — she barely knew Leif, didn’t mind which car she took.

Dragging her luggage, she was about to get in when Leif suddenly said, “Miss Carrington, please take this car.”

He paused, then added, “Gale will wake up on the way.”

Rael was speechless.

Man, what a guy!

Raina scratched the tip of her nose and said, “Oh.”

Leif settled Gale in the back seat, then got out of the car and casually took the luggage from Raina’s hand, loading it into the trunk. “Miss Carrington, please get in.”

Raina blinked. “...Oh, okay, thanks.”

When she said “thanks,” Leif’s face seemed to freeze for a moment—maybe she imagined it—but the expression vanished quickly. He said nothing and climbed into the car.

Raina followed inside just as she heard Rael slam the door of the car behind them with a loud bang.

She wasn’t sure what she’d done to offend Rael, but she closed her door quietly.

Leif told the driver, “Go.”

The driver hesitated briefly, but didn’t say a word. The car started up and shot forward like an arrow.

Rael, left standing outside, still hadn’t gotten into the other car. “???”

Had he lost even the right to sit in the front passenger seat?

The sleek black car vanished down the road, leaving Rael standing there, dust-covered and fuming. After a long moment, he finally looked down, scowled, and climbed into the back of another car, leaving the hotel.

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