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Stealing the Wrong Treasure Chapter 9
Darkness reigned for a mere ten seconds.When the lights blazed back to life, the hall was swarming with figures clad in black, their guns trained on Old Fox and his cronies.Caught off guard, Old Fox's men were swiftly and efficiently disarmed."What's going on?!" Old Fox's voice rose as he smashed his glass on the floor.On the platform, Bradley rose to his feet with deliberate slowness.He casually loosened his tie, the facade of a man weakened by poison then completely discarded, his gaze sharp and icy.He rotated his wrists, fixing Old Fox with a chilling stare that turned the latter's face ghostly white."No way..." Old Fox muttered, fixated on Bradley. "You...you drank it...""What if I did?" Bradley cut him off, fishing out a small vial from his pocket and tossing it at Old Fox's feet. "Ever wonder what Rosemary really gave me?"Old Fox stooped to retrieve the vial, his hands shaking as he unscrewed the lid and took a whiff.It was only plain glucose."You..." He sho
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Rosemary's fingers lingered on the rim of the glass for a heartbeat.She raised the spiked red wine to her lips, her smile serene, reminiscent of a pristine white lotus.The glass made its way to Bradley. "A toast to you, Bradley."He accepted the glass, his eyes briefly catching the subtle tremble of her fingertips. Without a word, he raised the glass to his lips and drained it in one swift motion.Rosemary's gaze fell, and she tapped her spoon against the rim of her now-empty glass three times: a clear, sharp sound that was lost amidst the clinking of glasses, yet it struck a chord in me, sending a jolt through my heart.It was the signal. Time to move.I navigated the crowd with a tray in hand, my eyes darting to the hall's entrance.New faces filed in, all business in their sharp suits and polished shoes.One of them stood out: a notorious figure from the underworld, known for his illicit dealings.Old Fox's crew was complete."Ladies and gentlemen," Bradley's voice reson
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Three months later, I swung open the doors to our hideout.Black Viper paused polishing his gun as I walked in. "You've got some nerve coming back here.""Where else can I go?" I retorted with an icy laugh. "Bradley's got a hit out on me. I'm a marked man."He gave me a once-over, his eyes lingering on my gloved right hand. "Hand's out of commission?""Completely." My eyes fell. "Can't even grip a paintbrush."Without another word, he turned and headed inside. "Old Fox is waiting for you."The basement was dimly lit. Old Fox lounged on the couch, casually flipping a dagger in his hand."Made it back, huh?" He glanced up at me. "Thought Bradley might have finished you off.""It was close."I took a seat across from him. "He wrecked my hand and had me locked up for three months. I'd still be there if the guard hadn't slipped up."Old Fox cracked a smile. "So, you've seen the light? Ready to team up?""I don't have much of a choice," I said, locking eyes with him. "However, I'v
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The doctor, then in scrubs and sterile gloves, delicately peeled back the blood-soaked gauze, layer by layer.Bradley stood at the end of the bed, his hands gripping the rail so tightly his knuckles whitened.He could not take his eyes off my bandaged right hand.After a long silence, the doctor stood up, peeled off his gloves, and let out a weary sigh."Her fingers are shattered, nerves are severed, and tendons are ripped... Surgery might bring back some basic strength, but she'll never have fine control again."Bradley's face went pale as if the blood had drained right out of him.He hesitated before he asked the doctor, "Can she still draw?""Mr. Gilbert, I'm not a miracle worker," the doctor said, sighing.A heavy silence fell over the room.I just stared blankly at the ceiling.I had known what was coming ever since those thugs in the basement made their move.Getting back even the simplest grip would be enough for me.However, Bradley looked like he had been gutted.
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His face filled the screen, looking so absurdly large that I almost laughed, but my face would not cooperate.The door burst open with a bang that throbbed in my ears. Bradley stormed in and yanked the gag from my mouth, his fingers digging into my jaw. "Where'd you get this bead?"His eyes were bloodshot and scary. I could not tell if he was pumped up or scared out of his wits. Scared that my answer might just confirm the dark hunch he could not bear to face.I did not give him the satisfaction of an answer, just locked eyes with him and mustered all my strength to say, "My name is Harriet."That was the answer I never got to give him when we said our goodbyes, the name I later gave myself.He froze, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. I watched his throat bob up and down, but no words came out.He fumbled to untie me, his hands shaking so badly he could not even catch the ropes. He glanced at my right hand, a mess of blood and flesh, tried to lift it, then pulled back, over and
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Ripping open the dossier, a photo immediately caught my attention: the backdrop was the orphanage from back in the day.There stood the little blind boy in the corridor, lips pressed tight, his young face shadowed with a gravity beyond his years.My eyes drifted down to another photo: there was Bradley, sharp-suited, his gaze icy, in front of the Gilbert Group's skyscraper.I stared at the two eerily similar faces.Bradley was the little blind boy?Old Fox watched me with a sly grin, slowly starting to speak, "Bradley, the boy you've been searching for, the Gilberts' long-lost illegitimate son, wasn't always blind. After you were trafficked, his uncle found him, brought him home, and his sight was restored with surgery. He later exacted a bloody revenge on the Gilbert Group for his mother's sake."Ever since he could see again, he had been on a quest to find a girl from his orphanage days. Three years ago, he was sure he'd found her."My hands shook uncontrollably. I wondered, '
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