But he quickly masked it, the expression fleeting."I will take care of this matter personally and do my best to make her submit to you," Rupert Forster said respectfully, assuring Floyd."I don't want your effort; I want you to get it done for sure." A cold voice suddenly filled the room, an invisible pressure emanating from the man.Rupert Forster looked up, meeting Floyd's sharp gaze, his heart quivering. He hurriedly replied, "Understood, I will definitely get it done for you."Receiving his affirmative response, Floyd snorted coldly, glanced back at him, and downed the glass of red wine in one go.Rupert Forster did not dare to speak again, standing quietly behind the man, silently watching his back as time passed.Meanwhile, at the hospital, when Elizabeth Forster emerged from the operating room, the sky had already turned white, and the shadowy figure had long since departed.The sky was a dull gray, the surroundings gloomy. From time to time, a strong wind would blow, fl
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