Chapter 1714: Turn The Tables

Chapter 1714: Turn the Tables

Joyce calmly folded the letter. "Mr. Arnold, please organize the items

according to the list."

Mr. Arnold looked hesitant and reluctant. "Mrs. Warner, do we really

have to send these things over? Shouldn't you call Mr. Warner to

confirm?"

Joyce shook her head. "It's fine. Let him take them. The cufflinks and

watch are mine. I'll go and get them."

"Alright," Mr. Arnold sighed and walked upstairs. He had no idea what

was happening or what the rumors were about. The Warner family had

finally found some peace, but now it was being disrupted again.

Joyce signaled to Darrin with her eyes, indicating for him to keep an

eye on the driver.

She herself went into the walk-in closet and took out the items that

Luther had requested. Among them was a watch, and she intentionally

took the wrong one, not following the list. Instead, she took out a limited

edition tourbillon gold watch with a special symbolic meaning. She

believed that if Luther paid attention, he would understand her

message.

After gathering the items, she placed them in a mahogany box and

went to the living room to hand them to the new driver.

Mr. Arnold also prepared the items and handed them to the driver

before he drove away.

Mr. Arnold couldn't help but speak up. "Mrs. Warner, since Mr. Warner

is not at home, you naturally have the final say here. If there's anything

you need me to do, just let me know. Please don't leave, you must stay

in Khebury. And the young master, it's clear that he really likes it here.”

Mr. Arnold was a bit anxious. The Warner residence had been empty

for too long. Since Stephanie's sudden passing, there had been no life

here until Mr. Warner returned with Mrs. Warner and the children. The

place had regained its former liveliness. He didn't want it to become

empty again. He was most worried that Joyce would take the children

and return to the Capital in a fit of anger.

After all, Joyce was now a high-ranking official with status. Why should

she stay here and endure the mistreatment?

Joyce understood Mr. Arnold's concerns and comforted him gently,

"Don't worry, I will take care of this home. I won't leave. I'm a bit hungry,

so prepare some food. Darrin hasn't eaten either.”

Mr. Arnold quickly agreed, "Alright, I'll do that now."

Once Mr. Arnold left, Darrin pulled Joyce to the window. "General, what

do you think? The driver who just came seems very strange. His

demeanor doesn't resemble that of a bodyguard. There's a strong aura

of danger around him. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's an

assassin."

"OGW," Joyce said.

"What?" Darrin thought he had misheard.

“The driver who just came had a tattoo on his wrist. It's the unique

symbol of OGW," Joyce explained.

"How did you know? How did you figure it out?" Darrin was surprised.

“To be honest, I didn't know either. When you went to drop off

Anderson, I received a call from Karl. Look at this photo, zoom in on

this detail,” she enlarged the photo on her phone for Darrin to see, "Karl

told me that this is the unique symbol of OGW."

Darrin's expression changed. "General, OGW is an international

terrorist organization. This is a serious matter. Shouldn't we request

support from the military warlords?"

Joyce patted Darrin's shoulder gently. “No need, someone has already

thought of that. My mother called me just now. In a few days, Mr.

Dewey will bring some things, and I believe there will be equipment that

we need.”

Darrin scratched his head. "As expected, Lady Commander thinks of

everything."

"Alright, let's continue with what we were doing. Everything stays the

same, and we'll wait for them to reveal themselves," Joyce's tone

became much lighter. She looked out the window, where the spring

sunlight was perfect, casting a golden hue over everything. The grass

was lush green, adorned with blooming flowers of various colors, gently

swaying in the breeze. The beautiful scenery brought a sense of

tranquility and joy.

On the other side.

The Ballard Group seaside villa.

The same beautiful spring sunlight shone through the large glass

windows into the spacious living room.

Luther sat on the sofa near the French windows, holding Alisha in his

arms. Alisha had fallen asleep again. After several days of battling high

fevers from pneumonia, her once chubby face had become a bit

thinner.

Her face was still a bit pale, but her breathing was steady. She no

longer had the shortness of breath and fever that had plagued her in

the past, reaching temperatures as high as40 degrees Celsius.

As of yesterday, her fever had finally subsided completely.

Jamie had been staying at the villa these past few days, putting

everything else aside and focusing on treating Alisha. Her condition had

turned out to be more severe than he had imagined.

At this moment, he walked over to Luther's side. "Mr. Warner, the

pneumonia should be under control now and shouldn't recur. Alisha's

constitution is weak, and this was a close call. We don't have major

equipment here, so if we need to do lung lavage or put her on a

ventilator, I'm at a loss.”

Luther squinted his eyes. These past few days, he had been tirelessly

taking care of Alisha. To prevent her from experiencing seizures from

high fever, he dared not close his eyes. He could only rest briefly when

her fever subsided and she was in a peaceful sleep.

During the most critical days, she had been going back and forth

between high temperatures and shortness of breath, and the commonly

used antibiotics had little effect.

He had no choice but to go out with Athena and personally obtain a

new type of antibiotic, asthma inhalers, and albumin. The delivery

location was a high-end hotel in the suburbs, as specified by the other

party.

A photo of him and Athena together had been taken and exposed.

Today, the news was full of it, and he naturally saw it.

Hehe, some people couldn't wait.

Seeing that there was no one around, Jamie asked in a low voice, "Mr.

Warner, the news about you has already exploded today. What are your

plans?"

Luther glanced at Jamie and said, "Since it has come to this point, let's

turn the tables.”

Jamie furrowed his brows slightly. He didn't understand what Luther

meant by turning the tables, but he believed that Luther would handle it

well.

"Alisha’s condition is stable. You've worked hard these past few days.

Since she doesn't need intravenous fluids anymore and only needs

medication, I'll have someone take you back. You've been out for too

long," Luther said to Jamie.

"Alright," Jamie didn't refuse. "I'll write down in detail how to take the

medication each day, and Mr. Warner must make sure to give it to

Alisha on time. Pneumonia can easily recur, even without any

symptoms, so we can't take it lightly. It takes at least a month to fully

recover, and careful nurturing is needed for three months. Remember,

no more exposure to cold or falling into water."