Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 133

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 133 Ambiguous Form Of Address

The nurse’s vicious grin widened when she saw Rayna’s suffering. She pulled the syringe out and was about to make another attempt to stab Rayna’s neck when the door was kicked open.

The bodyguard rushed in and pulled out his gun to shoot the nurse’s arm.

“Ah!”

It only took two seconds for the bodyguard to pull out his gun and fire the shot, so the nurse had no time to react. Blood gushed out of the gunshot wound on her arm, and she promptly dropped the syringe.

Two bodyguards ran over to pin the nurse down. No one knew that the nurse was prepared. Her arms were still flailing around when she licked her right cheek and bit the pill hidden there. Without hesitation, she swallowed it.

The pill took effect as soon as it slid down the nurse’s throat. When one bodyguard realized her intention and gripped her chin, trying to get her to spit the pill out, it was too late. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth, for she was dead.

Jeremy came in a tad later than the bodyguards and spotted Rayna lying on the ground. His brow twitched at the sight of the bloody wound on her cheek. At once, he helped her up.

Pulling over the trolley that the fake nurse pushed in, he rummaged around and got the stuff he needed to disinfect Rayna’s wound. He didn’t forget to ask the bodyguards to call Wyatt so the latter could bring his medical kit over.

The cooling sensation of the iodine on Rayna’s wound caused her to gasp in pain. Jeremy seemed pretty skilled at dressing wounds, so she asked, “Mr. York, are you a doctor?”

“Not really. I work at MORI Research Center,” came Jeremy’s answer.

“MORI Research Center,” Rayna repeated. One second later, her eyes widened in surprise.

She was so shocked that she couldn’t even feel any pain.

MORI Research Center was an organization serving the Amalgamated Nations but not controlled by it. As of now, the most advanced medical equipment and medication were all developed by MORI Research Center.

It was hard to get admitted to the Faculty of Translation of Norham University, where Rayna graduated from. One would need a lot of money and knowledge to be a student there. Nevertheless, MORI Research Center was even harder to get in. One would need at least six recommendation letters from one’s lecturers and had to publish at least four thesis or research papers in medical-related international journals to be qualified.

“Mr. York, you’re quite capable,” Rayna praised sincerely. She changed the way she treated Jeremy when she realized how impressive his accomplishments were. Come to think of it, everyone Curtis knows is pretty outstanding.

Jeremy’s lips curled slightly. “Not really. I’m just a little talented at conducting research. Ms. Garland, you’re capable, too. Faymon Group is doing well under your management. If I were in your shoes, I couldn’t have done that.”

Rayna quickly added, “We’re both capable. Right back at you!”

It was then that Rayna remembered the fake nurse, who was unfortunately already dead. The bodyguards bore grim expressions as they apologized to Jeremy.

“She must’ve scoped out the area ages ago. Look how experienced her disguise was. I don’t blame you for not seeing through her act.” Jeremy didn’t blame them. He only told them to carry the body out to deal with it.

Soon, Wyatt arrived.

“Why did you summon me? Did something happen?” Wyatt asked as he walked into the ward with a box. He blanched in shock upon seeing the cut on Rayna’s face. “What the heck happened?”

“Someone tried to assassinate Curtis. Fortunately, Ms. Garland was here and stopped the assassin,” Jeremy explained briefly.

He took the wooden box from Wyatt and opened it. Rayna felt her vision swimming at the sight of the dozens of glass bottles squeezed inside the box. To her surprise, the box looked tiny but actually had two layers. The bottom layer was full of medical equipment that Rayna couldn’t recognize.

Jeremy took out a few bottles and mixed the contents of the bottles. With a tool, he slowly scattered the powder mixture on Rayna’s exposed wound.