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Chapter 72

Chapter 72 A Million to Buy Me Off?

It wasn't good to talk too much on the phone, so I asked him to send me the address and then hung up, ready to get in the car and leave.

Just as I was about to get in the car, I was pulled down by Walter.

I was in a hurry to get things done, and his harassment was really annoying. I frowned in displeasure and glared at him, "What are you doing, Walter?"

He glanced down at my leg and said, "You still plan on driving like this?"

Following his gaze, I finally noticed the wound on my leg. I had scraped it in my haste to climb over the wall, and it was bleeding. It looked a bit gruesome, but it wasn't serious, so I hadn't paid much attention to

it.

I pursed my lips, too lazy to waste words with him, and said. indifferently, "I won't die."

After speaking, I was about to get back in the car, but he abruptly hoisted me into the passenger seat without a word. After fastening my seatbelt for me, he took the driver's seat and started the car.

I had long gotten used to his antics. Busy with work, I couldn't be bothered to waste any more time with him. I directly navigated to the address Alexander had sent me, and indifferently said, "Go here!" It didn't take long to arrive.

Alexander had brought the person to an abandoned factory. When we arrived, he was sitting on the hood of a discarded truck outside the

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factory, waving at us from afar, "Here!"

He sat cross-legged on the hood of the car, a piece of wild grass he'd somehow acquired hanging from his mouth, looking every bit the street thug. "How about it? Do I look like the boss of the underground?" He jumped down from the front of the car, dusted off his clothes, and asked me with a grin.

I chuckled insincerely, my smile not reaching my eyes as I said, "You really think highly of yourself, don't you? Where is everyone?"

Not hearing what he wanted to hear, he clicked his tongue, lazily pointing at the factory building and said, "It's in there, you guys go in!"

I had originally thought that Alexander would at most tie people up, but I didn't expect that when Walter and I went in, we saw Dr. Samuel directly tied up and hanging from the beam. Something was stuffed in Dr. Samuel's mouth, he was hanging from the ceiling, unable to make a sound, only whimpering.

"This person was really ungrateful. I originally wanted to have a good talk with him, but I didn't expect him to try to bribe me." Alexander followed in, grumbling, "He offered me a million to let him go. Do I look like I'm worth only a million? How infuriating."

The corner of my mouth twitched involuntarily, I glanced at him sideways and said, "You hung him up for a million?"

He rolled his eyes, "What else? You underestimate me too much. I hate it the most when people look down on me. You should at least give me more. What can I do with a million?"

I...

Should I be grateful that Dr. Samuel wasn't a wealthy man? Otherwise,

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I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to catch him.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Alexander, "Put the person down!" Hanging so high, if you want to ask something, the neck can't stand it.

He nodded, and with a small knife from who knows where, he directly cut the hanging rope. Dr. Samuel fell straight to the ground, his face distorted in pain.

I removed the cloth gag from Dr. Samuel's mouth. Before I could even speak, Dr. Samuel had already started shouting, "This is illegal kidnapping, I'm going to sue you!"

Looking at him, I pursed my lips, took a few steps back, and said, "Go ahead and tell them. After all, the police may not necessarily believe the words of a murderer. Besides, we caught the criminal, which is a merit in itself. The police probably won't care about such a small detail."

"I didn't kill anyone!" Dr. Samuel became frantic, "I never intended to kill her, Mr. Clayton said, just to drive her insane was enough, I never thought she would die!"

Mr. Clayton?

I paused slightly, looking at him and said, "Ryan?"

He nodded, "It was him. He gave me some money and said his wife was mentally ill. He left her with me, asking only that I give her extra medication each day to keep her insane in the hospital."

I had actually guessed these, I nodded and asked, "Did you alter Abagail's information?"

He nodded, "Yes, the South Ward only admits patients with severe * mental illnesses. Abagail's condition is merely hypochondria, such

patients are not allowed in the South Ward. So, I switched her records

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with another patient's to get her in. Ryan gave me two million, asking me to just keep Abagail inside. If Abagail's condition is not medicated, the director will eventually replace out. So, to make her condition worse, I increased her medication after she was admitted. I didn't intend to kill her, I didn't expect this outcome."

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