Chapter 1011

If he had, then he was no doubt one a young master of the Fredericks. He was one of the young

masters who learned that I had the other twin box. If that was the case, everything from his

appearance in the cemetery and his coincidental rescue would all make sense.

I looked at Jordan, and my expression grew stern.

A businessman like him had a complex mind and would do many things that ordinary people would

never imagine.

Nothing was impossible for businessmen like him.

"If you keep doing that, then I'll not only die of infection but from your constant poking," Jordan said

with a face full of helplessness.

Startled, I looked down and realized that I had accidentally poked the cotton swab into his wound

and it was starting to bleed. I quickly pulled my hand back and said a little awkwardly, "I’m sorry, I

didn't mean to."

After reapplying the medicine to his wound and bandaging it, I glanced at the only pair of shorts he

had on. I pulled the bath towel over him a little awkwardly. "It's getting late. You should get some

rest."

Jordan nodded. After putting things back in the first aid kit, I did not linger further and left his room.

Shannon and the girls had just had surgery. Although the objects in their body had been removed,

undergoing two surgeries in a short period of time had taken a toll on their bodies. They needed to

recuperate for several days.

Jordan had things to attend to, so he did not have a lot of time to watch me. I had nothing to do, so I

focused all my attention on Shannon and the girls.

I wanted to call Theo to tell him I was safe, but after making several attempts to call him, his phone

was constantly on hold. I figured it had been set to call forwarding. I had no way of calling him at all.

It was the same even after I changed to several other phones, so I was left with no choice and could

only give up.

I wanted to give Cassey a call at first, but my phone was confiscated at the law firm and I could not

remember her number. I had no way of reaching her.

After half a month, we were ready to go home.

The night before we left, everyone planned to have a meal together.

After a near-death experience, the talkative Shannon became reticent now.

Apart from Dazaray, who continued to pray, the rest of the girls were silent.

Perhaps realizing that the atmosphere would be awkward if everyone remained silent, Holly said,

"We can finally go home tomorrow. Cheers."

She raised her glass, her face tugging into a smile.

Shannon froze and raised her glass as well. She looked at me and said, "No matter what happens,

we'll have to thank Wanda because she rescued all of us. If she hadn't asked Mr. Fredericks to help

us, then I have no idea where we would be right now."

"Yeah." Dazaray stopped praying and looked at me with a smile. "We're lucky to have Wanda. We

should all give her a toast."

Everyone raised their glass and finally found a topic t o talk about, slowly enlivening the

atmosphere.

Shannon approached me and asked softly, "What's your relationship with Jordan? Are you really

related t o the Grants, Schumans, and Louises in Whaldorf City?"

This was a tough question to answer. I looked at her and asked with a smile, "Can I choose not to

answer this question?"

"What's so hard about answering this question?" Dazaray asked with a grin, asking, "Or are you

worried that we'll cling to you in the future?"

I froze, then answered, "I didn't mean that. I just think it’s hard to explain it to you. We have gone

through so many things together and are considered close friends now, so why would I worry that

you would cling to me?"