"I can''t ask him to meet me. He hasn''t blocked me but won''t respond to messages or calls. But I know where he lives. He''s a painter, so he barely leaves his house," Linda said.


    Things would be perfect if he were still around. "Give me the address. Yasmin and I will go. You stay home and wait for our news."


    After sharing the location, Linda added quietly, "Dr. Zeller, you won''t hurt him, will you?"


    Yasmin covered her face in exasperation. Even after what he had likely done, Linda was still worried about him. Love really did make people hopelessly blind.


    "Wake up,


    binda! Dr. Zeller''s here to treat you, not hurt people! I''m the one who won''t let Pierre off easy. Say one more word, and I might p some sense into you!" Hearing Yasmin''s threats, Linda fell silent.


    In the car, Felix smiled. "Ms. Qualls, you''re quite perceptive."


    One sentence cleared Felix of responsibility while hinting at Pierre''s fate. No wonder her father trusted her with Qualls Pharmaceutical at such a young age.


    "You''re too kind, Dr. Zeller. Such scum doesn''t deserve to live!"


    As a martial artist who had reached Martial God level, Yasmin could protect herself well. Running Qualls Pharmaceutical required a firm hand, and she showed a ruthlessness unusual for her age.


    "Actually, if we confirm Pierre''s condition, he might have connections to my friend. He can''t die just yet."


    That exined the look on Felix''s face earlier.


    "Understood, Dr. Zeller. I''ll follow your lead."


    In a room somewhere, a young man wearing ck gloves struggled with his painting, barely making any strokes. "What''s wrong with me? I have no inspiration today, and what''s with this sense of unease? Is something going to happen?''


    This was Pierre Lannerby. His frown


    deepened as he muttered to


    "Uncle Shane said to hide when this


    happens." Content below himself,


    As he prepared to pack up and leave, he spotted two unexpected visitors a few feet away. What do want?"


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    Before Yasmin could speak to the intruders, Pierre''s hands trembled. His gloves flew off as he lunged at them.


    "Hah! You''re young but decisive." Felix saw through everything. Without the gloves, Pierre''s


    hands were exposed-they were hideously covered in silver scales.


    Felix calmly stuck a needle into Yasmin, whose nk stare instantly cleared.


    "What... just happened?" She was terrified. One look at those scaled hands had frozen her mind.


    "Turn around. Don''t look at his


    hands." Hearing Felix''s words, Yasmin quicklyplied, not


    wanting to be el


    swnovel


    burden


    Meanwhile, Pierre found himself frozen mid-lunge. He waspletely immobilized. "That''s impossible! Who are you?"


    He was shocked. Nobody had ever ignored his hands before.


    "It doesn''t matter who I am. Most importantly, are you a Fish Man?"