Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1748

Ebony Fox frowned, her cheeks burning intensely.

"Kurt——"

"Okay, okay, okay." Knowing he had pushed his luck far enough, Kurt decided to quit while he was ahead. "Hearing you say you miss me makes me so happy."

Ebony Fox pursed her lips, a bit unsure how to handle such a reaction.

Just one 'I miss you' and he was this thrilled.

"My little fox, I have to get back to work. I'll video call you when I'm done."

"Alright."

Ebony Fox didn't say anything more and ended the call.

Then.

Using the number Juniper provided, she contacted the people at Cybernetic Shadows.

"Hello, I need to check someone's recent itinerary and chat logs."

"The name is Annie Ainsworth."

——

The next day.

Ebony Fox checked the surveillance footage at the gym's entrance and saw people in disguise.

They were throwing eggs and vegetable leaves at the main door.

Some even splashed red paint and hung banners.

They read: Justice for the working class.

The working class?

Whoever was orchestrating all this really knew how to manipulate public opinion.

Sure enough.

More and more people were demanding that Ebony Fox show her face and explain the situation.

Ebony Fox turned off the video and texted Polly: [Which hospital is Wayne staying at?]

Polly instantly sent the address: [Ebony Fox, are you going to the hospital to find him? The entrance is packed with reporters.]

Ebony Fox: [Coincidentally, one of the doctors at this hospital is a student I personally trained.]

They had a good relationship; she had helped the doctor fight off an abusive husband.

She probably wouldn't refuse this small favor.

——

Noon.

Ebony Fox changed clothes, put on a hat, and arrived at the hospital.

Upon hearing the situation, the doctor immediately expressed her willingness to help.

"Coach Ebony Fox, I refuse to believe you would do something like this."

The female doctor furrowed her brows, clearly indignant. "Someone must be pulling strings behind the scenes."

Wayne lay on the bed, his arm in a cast, his face ashen.

Outside the room.

Several burly men in black suits were pacing back and forth.

On the surface, they claimed to be there for protection, but in reality, they were watching him.

Just then.

A nurse walked in and said calmly, "Bed 28, Wayne Whitman, heading to Orthopedics for a routine check-up."

"Is there even a point in checking this arm anymore?" Wayne leaned against the wall, glancing at his fractured right arm, which was swollen like a pig's foot, and spoke in agony.

He had heard everything the doctors said earlier.

There was practically no doctor in the country who dared to perform this surgery.

Abroad——

Maybe there was, but he didn't have the financial means for treatment.

What's more.

The other party definitely didn't want him to get treated; they'd prefer he lose his life too.

That way, Fox's Den Boxing Gym would carry the blame forever.

"I'm not going." Wayne's face was filled with sorrow. "Doctor, I request to be discharged."

Since it couldn't be cured, he shouldn't waste money in the hospital.