Miles Grant’s voice hardened. “Dr. Linwood, I’ve made my decision. Don’t interfere with her treatment.”
The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees. It was clear he’d had enough of Nathan Linwood’s protests.
Two bodyguards entered and pulled the doctor aside. Flushed and furious, Linwood shouted, “Mr. Grant, if something goes wrong, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Adrian Steele stepped forward, calm and precise. He pressed several pressure points along Lydia Grant’s neck and scalp, then withdrew a set of silver needles. In a blur, his hands flashed—the needles sank into the girl’s head with surgical precision, each movement seamless and controlled.
Linwood watched, his pupils contracting.
This man… he’s not ordinary.
“Cough… cough…”
Lydia suddenly convulsed and gasped for air. H
