Chapter 768 Stop Talking, or I'll Kill You!

Chapter 768 Stop Talking, or I'll Kill You!

Outside the Sharpe Group building, Robin sat in the car driven by Ferell, reading a message he'd received from the Dark Web.

The message detailed how Willow had been murdered through a bloodletting procedure.

In the westem part of Ferndale, there was a private clinic known as the Faulkner Clinic, owned by Sterling Faulkner.

Three years ago, Sterling moved to Ferndale and opened the clinic, offering services in beauty, skincare, cosmetic surgery, and weight loss.

When he first arrived in Ferndale, he promoted his clinic's services for skin rejuvenation, body repairs, and overall health care.

He claimed to be a renowned doctor in medical aesthetics, trained at a prestigious foreign university and boasted about winning the World Medical Beauty Super Award.

At that time, Lara had just started her relationship with Joe, and she was self-conscious about her rough, yellowish skin.

While expensive cosmetics helped mask her imperfections, she worried that one day Joe might ask for skin-to-skin contact, which would expose her flaws.

Desperate for a solution, Lara sought help from several beauty experts, but none could transform her skin into something smooth and flawless.

When she heard about Sterling's clinic, she immediately invited him for a consultation at her home.

After understanding Lara's concerns, Sterling assured her that he could help her achieve her desired. results within six months.

It led to the development of a shocking and inhumane treatment plan-bloodletting and transfusion.

Sterling suggested using fresh blood from a six-year-old girl of the same blood type for Lara's transfusion, directly leading to Willow's tragic death.

Lara was thrilled by the proposal. She agreed to pay Sterling 100 million and offered him a three-story building in the western district of Ferndale to use as a clinic.

With the deal set, Lara took action. After discovering Willow's blood type, she instructed her butler, Korbin Fulford, to capture Willow.

The blood extraction and transfusion were carried out by Sterling and his disciple, Bruce Montgomery.

Three days ago, Willow died in the Faulkner Clinic.

There were five key players in this cruel act-Sterling, Bruce, Raiden, Korbin, and Lara.

"First, go to Faulkner Clinic in the west, order five coffins and ten wreaths, and have them delivered to the Sharpe Group reception tomorrow," Robin commanded. 1/3

Chapter 768 Stop Talking, or I'll Kill You!

Yes, Generall Ferell responded, quickly driving to the clinic.

On the way, Robin received a call from Wilder.

"Master, is it convenient to talk?" he asked nervously.

"Just speak. What's up? Robin replied with little interes s

Wilder explained, "Master, Lord Pittman's niece, Janelle, called for help. Her future daughter-in-law has severe facial injuries, with multiple bone fractures.

"I heard from my disciple that her condition is complicated. If I treat her, it'll take over a month to restore her to normal.

"The problem is, she has to attend an important meeting tomorrow, and her face looks completely deformed. They're asking if we can do something to make her look presentable by 9:00 am tomorrow.

"Last time, you told me about a technique that speeds up the healing of broken bones. It involved stimulating the body's meridians and blood flow to help the wound heal on its own.

"I remember you saying that with just a little effort, fractured bones can heal quickly under the right circulation of energy. I was wondering if you could help with that."

Robin frowned slightly and asked, "Is the woman you're talking about named Lara Sharpe?"

"Yes, Master! Do you know Ms. Sharpe? Wilder responded quickly, surprised.

"I've met her," Robin said with a sneer.

Wilder hesitated, sensing the tension. "So, what do you think?"

Robin's response was cold and detached. "T'll go tomorrow morning."

"But... isn't that too late to help her?" Wilder asked, concerned.

"I'm busy today," Robin replied flatly before ending the call.

About 20 minutes later, a car pulled up to a three-story building in western Ferndale. A golden plaque hung above the entrance, reading 'Faulkner Clinic.

This building had once been the Sharpes' first home. Over time, it had been repurposed-for bloodletting and skin grafts.

Lara had redecorated it and handed it over to Sterling to run as a clinic. The plaque was even personally written by Raiden.

Sterling moved in, the clinic had seen great success.

Robin looked up at the building with a sneer. "Let's go. Let's see what kind of monster this Sterling is."

At the entrance, two beautiful receptionists grested them, asking politely, "Good afternoon, sirs. Are you here for inedical treatment?"

Robin pointed to Sterling's name on the honor roll in the lobby. I'm looking for Sterling."

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The receptionist, sensing Robin's imposing presence, didn't ask any more questions and immediately led the way. "Of course, sir. He's researching the second floor. Please follow me." She escorted them upstairs to an office, "Mr. Faulkner, these gentlemen would like to see you."

Inside, a man in his 50s, dressed in an old-fashioned sub, looked up. "What can I do for you?" he asked.

Robin walked straight into the office and sat down on the couch without answering. "You're Sterling?"noveldrama

Sterling, taken aback by Robin's indifference, still manged a smile. "Yes, I am. May I ask who recommended you, sir?"

"Bring her medical records," Robin said, pointing to a file cabinet in the back of the room.

Sterling was confused and didn't understand what Robin wanted. His instincts told him something was wrong as they immediately asked to look at customer fles.

"May I ask... sir, are you—"

Before Sterling could finish his question, Ferell pushed him aside and walked straight to the file cabinet. He found Lara's treatment file and pulled it out.

Robin opened the file and began flipping through it. It detailed the entire process of Willow's blood extraction and the transfusion procedure.

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Sterling turned cold. "Who are you? Do you know whose file you're holding? If Ms. Sharpe finds out, be in serious trouble!"

Ignoring him, Robin kept reading through the disturbing details in the file,

"This is something even a beast wouldn't do," he muttered, disgusted.

"Are you talking about me?" Sterling stepped forward to try to grab the file back.

Ferell immediately stepped in his path. "Stay right there and don't move!"

Sterling scoffed, trying to assert himself. "Do you know whose file that is? It's the Sharpes-

Before he could finish his sentence, Ferell pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head. "Stop talking, or I'll

kill you!"

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