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"Julian! You—"

She squealed excitedly, rushing forward.

I struggled to lift my eyelids, wanting to demand an explanation from my fiancé.

But the man stepping out of Julian’s car wasn't him. It was his secretary, Vincent.

Sienna immediately pouted.

"I was so upset today I didn't even get my nails done, and he sends you to placate me? I don't care, he has to come soothe me himself!"

"The boss has to stay with the Old Master for his surgery," Vincent explained.

"So what! The doctor I hired is a foreign expert, nothing will go wrong!" Sienna stomped her foot. "He won't even come to keep me company..."

Vincent frowned. When his eyes met mine, his body stiffened.

He rushed to my side, shock filling his eyes as he took in my bloodied, battered state.

"The boss ordered me to take her to the hospital immediately."

He reached out to untie the ropes.

Dying, I only felt the irony.

Most likely, something went wrong with the Old Master’s heart surgery, and Julian wanted me back.

That surgery was extremely risky. No one but me could pull it off.

"Her?"

Sienna stared at me in disbelief, eyes burning with jealousy.

"No wonder you dared to enter the York house! You used being a designated driver as an excuse to provoke me!" She screamed, "Speak! You dared to seduce Julian behind my back! You slut!"

She slapped Vincent’s hand away from the ropes.

"Think you can climb the ladder?"

She mocked, "I've seen plenty of women like you! Julian just plays around. Once he's bored, he hands them over to me to deal with."

"Even if I torture you to death, he'll only praise me for a job well done!"

Consumed by jealousy, Sienna ran back to the driver's seat like a madwoman.

The engine roared to life.

She floored the gas pedal!

Vincent, who had been trying to save me, was left in the dust.

In an instant, I felt the skin on my back being ripped off along with my clothes.

My wrists were ground raw, bone visible.

"AHHH!!!!!"

Sienna suddenly screamed.

Crash! The car stopped.

Vincent had rammed his car into hers to force her to stop.

"Enough!" His chest heaved. "Mr. York said to bring her!"

"Doesn't he love me anymore?" Sienna wailed. "He'd rather be seduced by this trashy mistress than comfort me..."

While she threw a tantrum, I seized the chance. Summoning the last of my strength, I broke free from the frayed ropes.

I lunged at Vincent and snatched his phone.

My hands were ground to a pulp. I would never hold a scalpel again. The mission to save the official was impossible now.

Bleeding out, I held on to my last breath.

Enduring agonizing pain, I used fingers with exposed bone to type a text to the leadership in D.C.:

"Student incompetent. Failed the country's trust. Only death can atone."