The capital city.

The hospital.

When Bradley received the call, Freya was by his side, peeling an apple.

Upon hearing the news of Lola and Diana's deaths, her hand trembled, and the fruit knife accidentally nicked her finger.

Feeling the pain, she loosened her grip, and the knife clattered to the ground.

Bradley tossed his phone aside and quickly grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips to stop the blood from flowing.

"How could you be so careless?" Concern filled his eyes.

Freya bit her dry lips. "It wasn't you, was it?"

"No."

Although Bradley was involved in Bruce Lawson's death, this time he hadn't intervened.

"Then who could it be?" Freya murmured.

While she disliked Lola and even wanted to retaliate against her, she never thought of taking her life.

Death was final, and it left her somewhat shaken.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's possible they knew some secrets and were eliminated to silence them."

Using the same method of causing two deaths through accidents, the mastermind behind this was definitely not ordinary.

The deaths of Lola and Diana quickly spread throughout the entire capital city.

The police had launched a comprehensive investigation, and Bradley had become a suspect.

Ultimately, the police found no clues and could only temporarily classify it as a traffic accident.

A week flew by.

Bradley's injuries had almost healed, and everything returned to normal.

Freya had been closely monitoring Bradley's condition, relieved that he hadn't fallen ill in the past week, and his spirits were high.

As for Juliet, Bradley had assigned additional bodyguards to protect her near the private villa, ostensibly to protect her but actually to monitor her every move.

Juliet stood by the window, watching the guards outside, clenching her fists in frustration.

She called Juan.

"How well did you handle the situation? Did you leave any traces?"

His voice came through, sinister and playful. "Rest assured. I'm cleaner than your own body."

"Juan, I'm not in the mood for jokes. Bradley might be suspicious of me. He's had people watching me recently."

In fact, Bradley hadn't been there to visit her since a week ago.

"If he can suspect you, can't you find a way to dispel his doubts? Don't forget, you're the only surviving member of the Jordan family. That's your best weapon against Bradley".

"What should I do?"

Juliet was at loss. Sometimes, using the same method repeatedly could arouse suspicion.

Bradley must be suspicious of her now.

"Since he doesn't love you, find a way to destroy him. The poison is in your hands. Find the most suitable opportunity to administer it to him. Then he'll be at your mercy."

Juliet clenched her fists tighter.

She had been looking for an opportunity, but Bradley hadn't come to see her for a week, and she couldn't leave this place.

"Juan, I think I have an idea, but I need your help."

She had no choice. If Bradley found out she had poisoned him, he would never let her go.

"What are you planning to do?"

"It's simple. I want you to send someone to kidnap me. When Bradley comes out, it will be the best time for us to strike."

Juliet had gone mad, her fists clenched tightly, nails digging deep into her flesh.

"Juliet, I didn't misjudge you. This move of yours is ruthless!"

After they agreed on the plan, they went their separate ways.

...

Royal Garden Mansion.

Freya had contacted Dr. Jacobs, he said the report would take another few more days.

But one thing that had already been verified: it was a new type of virus. She needed to prepare herself mentally.

Feeling heavy-hearted, Freya hung up the phone.

If it was a new virus, the antidote would need to be developed again, and the timeframe was unknown.

All she could do now was try not to upset Bradley's mood too much.

A text message came in.

Freya glanced at it; it was from Michael Hayes.

She logged into the chat app, and Michael's message popped up.

"Poppy, when can you send the contract to Austin Corporation for signing?"

Freya typed on the keyboard and replied.

"I'll go now."

Lance had sent the contract to her a couple of days ago. To protect her identity, she had it delivered to the post office and had Ella pick it up.

Originally, she planned to sign it in a few days. But after her conversation with Dr. Jacobs, she felt very depressed and just wanted to find Bradley.

"OK, I will be waiting for your good news."

After logging off, Freya retrieved the documents from her bag and called Ella to prepare the disguise.

She left Royal Garden Mansion and met Ella at a mall near Austin Corporation.

"What's wrong? You don't look too good." Ella asked.

"It's nothing. I've been having trouble sleeping lately."

Without much conversation with Ella, Freya dressed up and appeared in public with another face.

She had arranged to meet Bradley at two in the afternoon.

When Freya arrived, Bradley was already waiting for her in the conference room.

"Poppy?"

Bradley narrowed his eyes, speaking first.

"Mr. Austin, your reputation precedes you." Freya removed her sunglasses and smiled slightly, taking a graceful seat across from him.

Poppy was a renowned international hacker, and as a partner of Cloudstone Corporation, she couldn't dress too shabbily. So Freya decided to go with a mature woman's route.

She had specially styled her hair in large wavy curls and wore a black long dress, making her exceptionally radiant.

However, this face, covered with a realistic latex mask, was impossible for Bradley to recognize at a glance.

"The contract is here; Mr. Austin, can your company stamp it with the official seal to formalize our cooperation?" Poppy retrieved the contract from her briefcase and pushed it toward him.

Bradley glanced at it briefly, but all his attention was focused on Poppy's face. He had initially thought of Poppy as an elderly woman, only to find out she was a young lady. However, with just one glance, he inexplicably felt a hint of familiarity.

Sensing his scrutiny, Poppy deliberately tossed her hair, seizing the opportunity to test this man. She wanted to see how he would react when faced with other beautiful women.

The result was satisfactory. Despite Bradley's scrutiny, his eyes remained cold and indifferent.

"The contract isn't in a hurry to be signed. I have a question for Miss Poppy. As long as Miss Poppy gives me a satisfactory answer, I will naturally stamp the company seal and personally deliver it to Cloudstone Corporation."

Huh…

What trick are you playing now?

Didn't you say you'd send the contract when you repaired the video at the celebration? What happened then?

This man is cunning.