"Do you think Juliet could have been rescued by Gordon?"

Freya couldn't quite accept this speculation.

But Juliet did manage to escape to the underground maze, and now, not even her bones have been found, which made her have to believe Bradley's suspicions.

Juliet might not be dead yet!

The man touched her hair and said in a serious tying, "Yes, if things really go as I suspect, how do you think Juliet would act?"

"She would set up a big lie, use her 'father-Yara relationship' with Gordon, make Gordon turn against Ella, and achieve her own grand revenge plan!"

Thinking about this, Freya was so shocked that her palms were sweating.

"Yes!" Bradley's pupils slightly narrowed. "When the father and Yara turn against each other, Juliet will reap the benefits, and the entire Spirit Pavilion will not be peaceful."

Although Bradley didn't care about the survival of the Spirit Pavilion, he entrusted Xavier to take good care of Ella on his behalf.

Just on this point, he will not let Ella get into trouble.

Freya tightly grasped the fabric of Bradley's shirt in front of his chest, his voice choked, "Promise me, you must protect Ella and don't let anything happen to her."

"Okay, I promise you!"

Bradley's tying was extremely firm.

"Ding."

The phone sounded a text message alert, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

Bradley picked it up and looked at it, and when he saw the text that appeared on it, a hint of a smile uncontrollably appeared on his handsome face.

...

Dark web headquarters.

In the medical room, inside the hospital room.

Hawke looked at the man who slowly opened his eyes, a smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

"Well, Xavier, both of us have already entered the gates of death. I never thought you would actually survive."

Xavier's face was covered with bandages, only revealing a pair of eyes.

Those empty eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, filled with confusion.

Having been in a coma for too long, his mind was in a haze, his voice hoarse, "Stop...with the nonsense, what is my current situation?"

He tried to move, but his body was too weak to muster any strength.

Hawke stopped his futile struggling nonchalantly, "What situation? Your face is disfigured, your body is full of missing flesh. You now resemble a living dead, capable of scaring people to death when you leave the house."

Upon hearing this, the gleam in Xavier's eyes faded instantly.

Even if he couldn't see his own reflection clearly, he knew what kind of ghostly appearance he had now.

Even though he had been given a second chance at life, the road to recovery seemed distant and uncertain.

With his current terrifying appearance, how could he face Ella?

Hawke saw him looking lifeless and immediately slapped himself, saying urgently, "Oh my, my dog mouth can't speak the truth, don't listen to my nonsense, I'm just talking nonsense."

Xavier smiled bitterly, "How long?"

"How long?" Hawke didn't understand his meaning at first, but when he did, he said, "I can't say how long, you know that it took me a whole five years to restore the appearance of the young master after it was completely destroyed. And your situation is much more serious than the young master's at that time. Without at least ten years, it won't be possible to restore it."

"Ten years, you dare say that." Xavier's voice was weak and feeble, "At most three years. If you can't restore my appearance in three years, I will ruin your reputation as a master of facial reconstruction and you will get out of the medical room, I will cut off our brotherly relationship."

He couldn't wait for ten years. If he really endured until that time, he would be forty-something, and Ella might have forgotten about him long ago.

It took him a lifetime to fall in love with a woman, how could he allow himself to slowly disappear from her heart.

"Brother, then let's cut off the relationship now, in three years I can't even repair the scars on your face."

Hawke wasn't joking, Xavier was lucky to be alive.

Moreover, his entire face was bitten to a pulp, even with cosmetic surgery, it would take at least seven or eight procedures to restore his appearance.

Furthermore, cosmetic surgery can only be dying twice a year at most. If ying undergoes frequent procedures, it may backfire. If he cannot do it, I will not agree to his request. Firstly, it would damage his reputation, and secondly, it could lead to loss of life. If Bradley comes looking for someone, where would he find another Xavier to replace him? "Enough talk, if you can't do it, give me back your life. Don't forget, when you were on the brink of death, I saved you. Your skills were taught by me." Xavier, shameless as ever, just wants to quickly recover and return to his previous state, back by Ella's side. Hearing this, Hawke could only smile helplessly. This senior brother of his truly has a thick skin. While he did save him in the past, let's not forget that this time, it was Hawke who saved his life. But he didn't dare to retort. After all, his skills were indeed taught by Xavier.

Without Xavier, there would be no Hawke today.

"All right, I'll do my best!" Hawke sighed helplessly, took a syringe from the shelf, raised an eyebrow and said, "Before performing the facial reconstruction surgery, your body needs to recover quickly. If it's too weak to bear the pain, I won't take responsibility if you die!"

Xavier endured the pain of the injection and hoarsely said, "If I die, I admit it. If I don't die, I'll give you the position of the Right Hand in the Dark Web!"

"That's what you said. Alright, just for the position of the Right Hand in the Dark Web, even if you, Xavier, turn into a pile of flesh, I'll make you look presentable."

Hawke felt full of energy as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

For so many years, Xavier's talent and radiance made him feel extremely small.

He also wanted to experience the feeling of being above Everything else and being praised by others.

That feeling would definitely be amazing!

...

Grand View Garden.

Clinic.

Because Simon was injured, Bradley instructed Lance to bring him back for treatment.

After much persuasion from Freya, Bradley finally agreed to let her take care of Simon's condition, but he proposed ying condition.

He wanted to be Freya's assistant!

In the sickroom.

When Simon saw the two of them walking in ying after the other, his face changed slightly.

"Young Master, Madam!"

He quickly regained his composure, got up, and was about to bow.

Bradley stopped him before he could and said, "You're injured, no need for formalities."

Thank you for your understanding, young master."

Simon felt very uneasy in his heart, especially when he collided with Bradley's dark eyes, there was always a feeling of being seen through.

Just as he was thinking about this, Freya's voice came from his ear, "Doctor White, you will be under my care during this time of healing."

Upon hearing this, Simon's face became even more unpleasant.

However, the words that followed surprised him even more, even sending a chill down his spine.

"And I will help Madam, together we will monitor your condition!"