The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1152

Shania's delicate face struck the edge of the step, leaving a deep gash on her cheek as blood poured out.

"Shania, you're so clumsy!" Dolidh exclaimed in mock surprise, raising her voice.

"I was just trying to help. You can't blame me for this! I can't waste more time; I must get to work.

"If Mr. Ramsey finds out I'm late because of you, I'll be in serious trouble! You'll have to manage on your own.

"Oh, I forgot. You can't use your legs anymore.

"Well, too bad. I guess you'll have to sit here until someone else helps you. Bye-bye! Hahaha ... "

With a smug grin, Dolidh strutted away, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she headed into the building.

"You're looking more beautiful, Ms. Macclellan," Ciaran complimented her.

"Thank you!" Dolidh paused and turned back. "I remember Ms. Coyle helped you once. Shouldn't you return the favor?"

Ciaran chuckled. "It was Nine Stars Pharmaceutical that helped me, not her.

"Now that the Coyles have fallen, why should I bother with her? She's just a cripple now!"

Dolidh burst into laughter. "You're right, Mr. Dunne!

"Anyway, I need to get going. I heard Mr. Ramsey is visiting today, and I want to make a good impression.

"With my looks, I bet he'll notice me! I heard he's quite handsome—exactly my type!"

Humming cheerfully, she stepped into the elevator.

"How could you treat her like that?" The intern security guard, Osgar, couldn't take it any longer. He rushed toward Shania.

Ciaran stepped in his way. "Osgar, get back to your post! You can't run around during work hours!"

Osgar looked at Shania struggling in the pouring rain. "I'm sorry, Mr. Dunne. I have to help Ms. Coyle. She looks so helpless and embarrassed."

Ciaran's voice boomed, "If you go over there, you're fired!"

"You don't have the right to do that!" Osgar shot back, shoving past Ciaran to reach Shania. He gently lifted her into a wheelchair.

Seeing how soaked she was, he took off his security jacket and placed it over her shoulders.

"Ms. Coyle, your face is bleeding. Would you like me to help clean it up?"

Shania sat curled up in the wheelchair, her body trembling as tears streamed down her face.

Osgar pulled out a tissue and gently wiped away the blood. "Don't cry. Everything will get better.

"When I was young, my grandmother always said that challenges are just God's way of testing us.

"If we hold on, unexpected blessings will come."

Shania paused, staring at Osgar's sincere, boyish face. Despite her tears, a small smile broke through.

Those were the most comforting words she had heard in 20 years.

Even at her lowest, someone was still willing to lend a hand—a truly kind soul.

She brushed away her tears and nodded firmly. "Thank you, Osgar.

"I'm not the CEO of Nine Stars Pharmaceutical anymore. You should get back to work. Don't let my problems affect your future.

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