Female Novel
Chapter 1339
After handing over the prescription bottle, Tyler immediately went to look for the wealthy heir who had
joked about Phelps's mole earlier.
He tried calling the guy, but no one picked up.
In a rush, Tyler drove to the dude's mansion, only to be told he hadn't come back from the club yet.
With no other choice, Tyler started dialing up his fair-weather friends one by one, and finally, he got a
lead on where he might be.
He was last seen at the BlueSky Bar, but had left alone about ten minutes ago.
Tyler floored it to the BlueSky Bar, hoping to grill the bouncer about when exactly the guy had taken off.
"It was about ten minutes ago," the bouncer said, "He took a call and just left."
Tyler felt a knot twist in his gut. He was about to check the surrounding security cameras when the
wealthy heir's family called him.
"My son's dead. He's been hit by a semi-truck."
Tyler felt like he'd been plunged into an ice bath. Was it an accident or was it something more sinister?
Was it too coincidental that the guy was hit just as Tyler was closing in on him.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, a doctor who was about to run tests on Tyler's bottle got interrupted by the
director and was told that Phelps was at the hospital at this moment.novelbin
"Dr. Herrington at our hospital?" he blurted.
"You forgot about it? The chief scheduled him last month to come here and perform a live surgery
tutorial. Everyone's going, including you."
The doctor nodded reluctantly, pocketing the bottle and following the others.
Dr. Herrington had already started his lecture, his voice suave and sophisticated. His movie-star looks
made the female doctors all swoon with him.
Two hours later, the lecture ended.
As Dr. Herrington made his way out, the doctor remembered something urgent and quickly caught up
to him, asking about a complication that could arise during surgery.
Dr. Herrington answered without hesitation and before he was about to leave, he noticed the doctor
taking out the prescription bottle.
He paused, but the doctor didn't notice anything amiss and asked a passing nurse about using some
equipment.
"I need to use that machine now, it's free, right? Great, I'll head over."
Just as the doctor was about to leave, Dr. Herrington's voice called out.
"Are you going to test that bottle?"
The doctor was surprised Dr. Herrington would strike up a conversation with him, given his high
standing in the medical field.
"Yeah, a buddy asked me to get it tested."
"Isn't that just a bottle of melatonin?"
The doctor scratched his head sheepishly, "My friend thought there might be something off with it."
"Is that so? Mind if I take a look?"
The doctor handed the bottle to Dr. Herrington without a second thought.
Dr. Herrington checked the bottom and handed it back.
Just then, someone called the doctor over. He turned back, apologized to Dr. Herrington with a smile,
and rushed off.
"Dr. Herrington, I gotta run, someone else needs that machine soon, and I booked it last-minute."
Dr. Herrington returned the bottle and made his own exit, heading back to his car with a low-pressure
aura surrounding him. He took a cigarette and lit it with practiced ease, then pulled out the bottle again
and smirked to himself.
After running the tests, the doctor called Tyler.
"Tyler, the test is done. It's just regular melatonin, nothing else. If you're having trouble sleeping, it
should do the trick."
Tyler, already reluctant to face the truth, actually felt relieved.
He'd known Phelps, Fitch, and Ian since childhood and couldn't bear the thought of anything happening
to any of them.
Fitch's sudden death had already hit him hard; if Phelps turned out to be something more than he
seemed, Tyler would lose his mind.
"Alright, thanks for the update."
"Do you want me to bring the melatonin back to you?"
"No need, I'll just grab some other brand from the drugstore around the corner. It's all the same stuff."
The doctor was about to mention bumping into Dr. Herrington, but considering that Tyler was a
screenwriter and probably uninterested in hospital gossip, he let it be.
Tyler hung up, noticing his palms were sweaty. He just got out of the shower and, still feeling uneasy,
decided to dig a little deeper into the wealthy heir's past.
Was that remark in the bar a joke, or was there some truth to it?
He had made a point of checking Phelps's earlobe earlier—no mole in sight.
The more he thought, the more confused he became. He got dressed and decided to drive over to the
wealthy heir's place himself to get some answers.