The sudden hypnosis that drove Timothy to set himself on fire now made perfect
sense.
It was all a ploy to draw Suzy away from Dylan's side.
Why else would they do something so drastic, knowing full well she would have someone tailing her father?
At first, Suzy thought it was meant as a warning, but now she realized the true target was Dylan.
The realization hit her like a thunderclap.
Without a moment to spare, Suzy sprinted out of the hospital, rushing back to the Wright Corporation as quickly
as she could.
When she arrived, the door to the CEO's office was locked.
She knocked several times, but there was no response. Each second of silence tightened the knot of anxiety in
her chest.
The lock on the office door was a custom security design, nearly impossible to breach without the right tools.
Desperate, Suzy instructed Dylan's assistant to get the security team and retrieve the spare key.
Thankfully, the security team had a backup. Once the door was unlocked, Suzy rushed inside, only to find the
office empty.
Panic gripped her. Dylan was nowhere to be seen. The worst-case scenaloomed large in her mind—something
had happened to him.
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sliver of hope remained.
She clung to the thought that maybe, just maybe, she was overreacting.
Perhaps Dylan hadn't heard her knocking because he was resting.
Clinging to this fragile hope, Suzy ran to the door of the lounge. Her hand hovered over the doorknob as she took
several deep breaths, trying to steady herself.
In her heart, she prayed over and over: Please, don't let anything happen to him.
She had never been a superstitious person, but in that moment, she begged whatever higher power might be
listening to keep Dylan safe.
After several deep breaths, she finally turned the handle.
As the door opened, she saw Dylan lying on the bed, as if he were merely asleep. Relief washed over her like a
tidal wave. "So, he really was just sleeping."
But deep down, Suzy knew she was only fooling herself.
Even if Dylan was sleeping, why hadn't he answered her calls earlier? She called him multiple times on her way
here, and not once did he pick up.
Could he really not have heard them?
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And now, even after she opened the door with enough noise to wake a light
sleeper, he hadn't stirred at all.
Clenching her fists, Suzy walked to the bedside and called his nin a steady tone. "Dylan..."
No response. His eyelids didn't even flicker.
She raised her voice. "Dylan, it's tto get back to work!"
Still nothing. Her composure cracked as her emotions surged, and she yanked the blanket off him.
Her heart pounded wildly as she pressed trembling fingers to his wrist, checking his pulse.
The instant she realized he'd been
poisoned, her emotions boiled
over.
"Dylan! Didn't | tell you not to open the door for anyone?"
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He wouldn't be like this if he had listened to her. He must have let someone in-
there was no other explanation.
Who could it have been that he trusted so much to let his guard down completely?
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knitted tightly. "And besides her, was there anyone else?"
"No one else, Mrs. Wright. Only Miss Diana cby."
So, it was Diana who poisoned Dylan?
But how could that be possible?
Suzy refused to accept it.
She pulled out her phone and called Diana, but no one answered.
She tried several times, each with the sresult. Her eyes darkened with worry
as she dialed Grace instead.
Grace answered quickly. "Suzy, why did you callat such a time? Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, nothing serious," Suzy said, masking her concern.
"| just wanted to check if you've had lunch yet." She avoided directly asking whether Diana was home, not
wanting to alarm Grace.
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