His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 519

"Get it done."

Archer completely ignored his hesitation, snatching up the burner phone resting on the side table.

The screen flared to life, and he pulled up the only saved contact. His long fingers tapped out a quick message.

[3:00 PM. The Peninsula Hotel penthouse suite. I'll be waiting.]

At 2:55 PM.

Someone knocked on the door of the penthouse suite.

"Gemma" stepped inside wearing a flawless camel coat over a pale pink cashmere turtleneck. Her long hair was pinned back loosely with a tortoiseshell clip.

Sitting in the center of the sofa, Archer wore a bespoke dark gray tweed three-piece suit, his crisp white shirt buttoned all the way up to his throat.

Beside him, Cindy, dressed in a cute pink puffer jacket, hugged a stuffed animal tightly to her chest.

Next to the little girl stood a man nearly six-foot-three, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a long camel trench coat, and a light gray turtleneck.

This man was none other than Virginia's colleague and close friend, Kian Shaw.

Aside from them, six or seven medical professionals in matching uniforms stood silently in the living room, each holding specialized temperature-controlled cases.

Seeing "Gemma" walk through the door, Kian's pupils contracted violently. He instinctively stepped forward, his fingers curling tightly by his sides.

"...Ginny."

It was barely a whisper, yet the sheer emotion packed into that single name was overwhelming.

"Gemma" stopped in the entryway, looking him up and down. But her mind drew an absolute blank on who this man was.

Archer's eyes softened instantly. He positioned himself squarely in front of the medical team, using his massive frame to shield her from their overwhelming presence.

"Relax. Kian will guide you through some basic psychological prep before giving you anything. If you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable, we pull the plug immediately."

Kian gestured toward a quiet, private consultation room off to the side.

Two minutes later, the heavy soundproof doors of the room shut tight.

"Gemma" reclined on the ergonomic chair, watching closely as Kian lit a smokeless white tea incense stick. He then took a seat on the armchair next to her, gently swinging a pocket watch back and forth in a steady rhythm.

"Clear your mind. Just listen to the sound."

The incredibly monotonous ticking echoed smoothly throughout the dim room.

"You are standing in a long corridor. Right beside you is a solid white door, and you smell the familiar scent of white tea..." Kian's voice was exceptionally soft and slow, guiding her deeper into the hypnotic trance.