âFind out Nathanâs recent schedule.
Check which hospitals he frequented.
Hurry up.
â
âOkay, boss.
â
Just as Sonny reached the CEOâs office door, Nathan summoned him in.
When he opened the door, he saw Nathan seated at his desk, peering into a small mirror while wiping his face with a wet wipe.
The leather gloves he had worn earlier in the day lay discarded in the trash can.
âBoss, what can I do for you?â
Nathan was almost done wiping off the lipstick prints on his face.
âWhere did you just go?â
Sonny reported truthfully, âMiss Simmons wanted to talk to me.
She suspects that youâre unwell, so she sought confirmation from me.
â
âDid you tell her anything?â
Sonny quickly waved his hand and reassured, âNo, no, no! I didnât dare utter a word.
â
A faint glimmer of relief softened Nathanâs gloomy countenance.
Sonny couldnât figure out his bossâ intentions, so he cautiously tried to persuade him, âBoss, you know Miss Simmons.
Once she starts suspecting something, she wonât rest until she uncovers the truth.
Are you really not going to tell her?â
âIf I tell her, itâll only hurt her more.
â Nathan eyes fell.
âIâll reconsider.
Can you double-check the $404 Virus file has been changed?â he requested.
Sonny let out a sigh and ceased his persuasion.
He simply replied, âOkay.
â
At noon, immediately after Lucinda returned to Angle Intl, her phone rang.
âBoss, Mr.
Payne hasnât visited any hospital in the last few months.
Instead, heâs been frequenting the Payne Group and the National Security Bureau.
Oh! And the War Lab.
â
Lucinda pondered for a moment and inquired, âI recall there are medical doctors at the lab.
How often does Nathan go there?â
âOnce every seven days, but recently, it changed to every five days.
He last went three days ago at night.
â
Three days ago?