Chapter 37-2

"It was one of our own doctors. He drugged the others and made off with the antidote," Nathan reported.

David’s gaze remained fixed on his phone. Nathan, who accidentally glanced at the screen, saw a picture of Danielle sleeping as David’s wallpaper.

Nathan thought to himself, ’The boss looks like a lovesick puppy. Must be missing Miss Darling. Looks like I need to get on Miss Darling’s good side...

David’s voice broke through his thoughts. "Does she look good?"

Nathan jumped. "Miss Darling is stunning-she’s the definition of beauty. You two are perfect together, like a match made in heaven."

David smirked, clearly amused. "You’re right."

Nathan nervously patted his chest, thinking, ’Seems like I hit the sweet spot-flattered him just enough. Or maybe I just described her accurately. Miss Darling really is someone worth staying on good terms with...

"Find that doctor. Use the harshest punishment we’ve got," David said, his tone casual but deadly.

Nathan gulped. "The worst punishment? That doctor is probably wishing he were dead right now...

"I’m on it." Nathan shot out of the room like a bolt of lightning, eager to avoid any further wrath from David. After all, David’s methods were ruthless, and Nathan had no interest in being the next target.

Once Nathan was gone, David stared at his phone again, debating whether to call Danielle. He hesitated, not wanting to interrupt her. ’It’s only been a few hours since I last spoke to her... but I already miss her...

Before meeting Danielle, David scoffed at love at first sight. Then he saw her at the club and felt an instant, fateful connection. Learning they were engaged thrilled him more than closing a billion- dollar deal. Military Command Center.

Lydia arrived at her father’s office with a lunchbox. She knocked softly.

"Come in." Garrett looked up, and his stern expression immediately softened into a smile when he saw his daughter. "Sweetheart, what are you doing here?"

"I brought you lunch, Dad. Your favorite dishes! You always forget to eat when you’re busy," Lydia said cheerfully.

Garrett saw through her act and chuckled. "Alright, spill it. What do you need from me?"

"Dad, I’m just here to bring you lunch," Lydia said, pretending to be innocent.

"Fine, then let’s eat." Garrett took the lunchbox from her.

"Dad, I heard you sent Elliot to the border for a mission. I want to go too." Lydia decided to speak up while her father was distracted by the food. Garrett’s expression immediately turned serious. "No. The border is too dangerous. You’re a military doctor, not a soldier."

"Dad, exactly because I’m a doctor, I should be there. You said it yourself-things are dangerous. If anyone gets hurt, I’ll be there to help," Lydia said, her tone firm.

Garrett knew she wanted to go because of Elliot, but the border was too dangerous. She was his only daughter. "No." Garrett’s voice was stern.

Lydia saw his serious face and began to smile sweetly, massaging his shoulders. "Dad, do you really want to see me unhappy? I’m your only daughter."

"That’s exactly why I don’t want you going. I can’t risk losing you," Garrett said, though a small smile tugged at his lips as he watched her antics.

"Dad, I’m strong, you know that. I want to serve our country, just like you. Besides, Elliot will protect me. Don’t you trust him?" Lydia tried to persuade him with her best arguments. Just then, there was another knock at the door...