Neil was about to read more documents after Curtis left. Suddenly, his legs began to hurt. As the frequency increased, the pain grew stronger and stronger.
His face turned pale, and his forehead was also beaded with cold sweat. He supported himself and called Silvia before he blacked out.
When he regained consciousness, it was already past 10 p.m. He realized that he was back in his bedroom in the mansion. Meanwhile, Silvia was twisting a handkerchief to wipe off his sweat.
“You’re finally conscious. Are your legs still in pain?”
Neil shook his head. He tried to sit up with his hands on the bed, but he discovered that he was too weak.
Silvia put down the handkerchief before she walked over and helped him up. “I’ll assist you. You sweated a lot just now. Winston also came over and finished your massage. It’s no surprise that you still don’t have strength.”
After he sat up, he looked at Silvia and asked, “What’s wrong with my legs? Why would they suddenly twitch? The pain was nearly unbearable.”
“It was probably caused by your last accident. Besides, you always force yourself to take a few steps after every massage. Your body can’t handle it.”
“Did Dr. Russell mention a way to solve this?”
“For now, you need to lie down and rest. After all, sitting all day can cause poor blood circulation in the legs.”
Neil nodded. “I understand.”
Seeing that he was fine, Silvia asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner.
“Just make me some pasta.”
The cook had something to do at home today, so she had taken a leave of absence.
“Okay.”
Right after Silvia was done cooking, she received a call from an unknown number.
“Silvia, help!”
She heard someone curse and Dulcie scream through the phone.
Silvia’s expression instantly changed. Just as she was about to speak, the line got cut. When she tried to call back, the number could not be reached.
Something had happened to Dulcie!
She brought Neil the pasta and spoke with a cold expression, “I have something to do, so I need to go out for a while. You should rest after you eat.”
“It’s late. Where are you going?”
Silvia quickly skimmed through the place and saw Dulcie cowering in the corner. When she noticed her friend’s ruffled clothes and a man pressing her against the wall, her eyes instantly turned cold!
She quickly walked up to them and dragged the man away before she punched him in the face.
“Ah!”
His scream rang out in the private room. Other people realized what happened, so they immediately surrounded Silvia.
The leader was a man who had one eye and a big fat face.
He sneered and stared at her. “Lady, you should know who’s in charge here before you do anything! You came in here for no reason. I’m afraid it won’t end well for you!”
Silvia glared at him, and there was no mercy in her eyes.
“Cut the cr*p. Are you coming at me one by one or all together?”
The man’s smile was full of scorn, and his tone was condescending.
“If all of us approach you at the same time, I’m afraid you won’t be able to hold us back.”
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