Chapter 465

Chapter 465 A Pro at Blackmail

I’m an honor student at Sacred Heart Medical University. As Cecilla said this, she threw a pointed look

at Wynter as if to belittle her academic background.

Wynter retumed Cecilia’s contemptuous look with an amused one before turning her gaze to Lana.

“You

seem happy.

I’m always happy to meet someone from my line of work,” Lana said with glittering eyes. “Healthcare

professionals are my favorite people!”

She clapped her hands as though remembering something. “Oh, silly me! How could I forget something

so important? Didn’t you guys promise to help us find the missing baby?”

Oliver nodded and said immediately, “Yes, but we’ll need you to cooperate with us. All you have to do is

answer a few of my questions.”

Lana nodded with a smile. “Ask away.”

“Were you the one who carried the baby out of the delivery room after the birth?” Oliver fired his first

question.

“Yes,” Lana replied.

Zane pressed hurriedly, “Did someone take the wrong baby home? Was that why the woman in the

story couldn’t find her baby?”

Lana gave him a mocking look. “Nope.”

“What? That can’t be right,” Cecilia interjected, sounding skeptical. “Are you sure you didn’t remember

wrongly?”

Lana stared at her with dark, depthless eyes. “I remember everything clearly.”

Cecilia clenched her fists clenched. She cursed the playwright for lying to her despite having taken her

money.

“Now what?” Aimee asked, frowning at Oliver. “This isn’t exactly what you guys inferred, is it?”

Oliver refused to back down. “The woman in the story missed her child so much that she fell into

depression.”

“Nope,” Lana said again.

“But she took sleeping pills!” Olivér argued belligerently.

Lana grinned. “You get two more questions. If you still can’t get the right answer out of me, all of you

will be eliminated.”

“You never told us there was a limited number of questions we could ask! Is the production crew

screwing with us?” Zane gripped his hair in frustration.

At that moment he thought of something and asked “Mr Quinnell, didn’t your partner find a snel cli Get

her to tell us what it is or we’ll be eliminatedi”

Someone in the comment section Jested, “Hey, Zane’s fans, your baby’s a pro at emotional blackmall.

Presently, Wynter was reading a newspaper article containing the case details provided by the hospital

Her gaze darkened as she scanned the personal information of her fellow players and drew

comparisons.

Elimination was something everyone hoped to avoid. Even Almee turned to smile at Wynter as she

cajoled, “Young lady, could you please help us out?”

As Wynter quickly processed whatever information she had learned, she cast her gaze on the players

and said, “I don’t mind helping, but on one condition–Oliver and Zane, go out separately and walk down

the

comidor.

“I’d like you both to feel how terrifying it is before coming back. Once you return, I’ll reveal the clue I

found.

They should never have insulted Wynter, especially since she wasn’t a particularly forgiving person.

Oliver and Zane blanched. The latter had been hoping to needle Wynter into giving up the clue. But he

hadn’t expected it to backfire on him.

“No!” Zane flat–out refused. He met Wynter’s sardonic gaze and clenched his fists. “This is blackmail!”

Wynter reasoned with him, “I headed down that corridor, found the clue, and got the power back on. I

did

that for the team. Imagine how disappointed your fans will be if you won’t even walk down a well–lit

corridor.”

“Don’t give me that crap!” Zane sneered, “I can always quit if I want to.”

It wasn’t hard to see that his patience had run out. Without another word, he pressed the “help” button

and said into the camera, “I’m backing out!”

When Zane didn’t get a response, he tapped his mic and asked, “Hello? Hello? I said I’m backing out!”

All he got in return was the sound of static.

Oliver paled at this. “What’s going on? A technical issue? Look, even the camera lights aren’t blinking

anymore!”

The only equipment that was still functioning was the guests‘ body cameras.

“Wow, talk about an immersive experience!” a viewer praised.

Aimee doubted it was a technical issue. “Mr. Lyons would never allow something like this to happen.”

“All of you, shut up!” Lana was getting impatient and irate. “Now ask your last two questions!”

Zane narrowed his eyes and walked up to her, then gave her a hard shove. “I said I’m backing out! If

anyone should shut up, it’s you. You’re just an NPC!”

Lana looked up at that moment and beamed at him. “Who said I was an NPC?”