Female Novel
Chapter 1714: Turn The Tables
Chapter 1714: Turn the Tables
Joyce calmly folded the letter. "Mr. Arnold, please organize the items according to the list."
Mr. Arnold looked hesitant and reluctant. "Mrs. Warner, do we really have to send these things over?
Shouldn't you call Mr. Warner to confirm?"
Joyce shook her head. "It's fine. Let him take them. The cufflinks and watch are mine. I'll go and get
them."
"Alright," Mr. Arnold sighed and walked upstairs. He had no idea what was happening or what the
rumors were about. The Warner family had finally found some peace, but now it was being disrupted
again.
Joyce signaled to Darrin with her eyes, indicating for him to keep an eye on the driver.
She herself went into the walk-in closet and took out the items that Luther had requested. Among them
was a watch, and she intentionally took the wrong one, not following the list. Instead, she took out a
limited edition tourbillon gold watch with a special symbolic meaning. She believed that if Luther paid
attention, he would understand her message.
After gathering the items, she placed them in a mahogany box and went to the living room to hand
them to the new driver.
Mr. Arnold also prepared the items and handed them to the driver before he drove away.
Mr. Arnold couldn't help but speak up. "Mrs. Warner, since Mr. Warner is not at home, you naturally
have the final say here. If there's anything you need me to do, just let me know. Please don't leave, you
must stay in Khebury. And the young master, it's clear that he really likes it here."
Mr. Arnold was a bit anxious. The Warner residence had been empty for too long. Since Stephanie's
sudden passing, there had been no life here until Mr. Warner returned with Mrs. Warner and the
children. The place had regained its former liveliness. He didn't want it to become empty again. He was
most worried that Joyce would take the children and return to the Capital in a fit of anger.
After all, Joyce was now a high-ranking official with status. Why should she stay here and endure the
mistreatment?
Joyce understood Mr. Arnold's concerns and comforted him gently, "Don't worry, I will take care of this
home. I won't leave. I'm a bit hungry, so prepare some food. Darrin hasn't eaten either."
Mr. Arnold quickly agreed, "Alright, I'll do that now."
Once Mr. Arnold left, Darrin pulled Joyce to the window. "General, what do you think? The driver who
just came seems very strange. His demeanor doesn't resemble that of a bodyguard. There's a strong
aura of danger around him. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's an assassin."
"OGW," Joyce said.
"What?" Darrin thought he had misheard.
"The driver who just came had a tattoo on his wrist. It's the unique symbol of OGW," Joyce explained.
"How did you know? How did you figure it out?" Darrin was surprised.
"To be honest, I didn't know either. When you went to drop off Anderson, I received a call from Karl.
Look at this photo, zoom in on this detail," she enlarged the photo on her phone for Darrin to see, "Karl
told me that this is the unique symbol of OGW."
Darrin's expression changed. "General, OGW is an international terrorist organization. This is a serious
matter. Shouldn't we request support from the military warlords?"
Joyce patted Darrin's shoulder gently. "No need, someone has already thought of that. My mother
called me just now. In a few days, Mr. Dewey will bring some things, and I believe there will be
equipment that we need."
Darrin scratched his head. "As expected, Lady Commander thinks of everything."
"Alright, let's continue with what we were doing. Everything stays the same, and we'll wait for them to
reveal themselves," Joyce's tone became much lighter. She looked out the window, where the spring
sunlight was perfect, casting a golden hue over everything. The grass was lush green, adorned with
blooming flowers of various colors, gently swaying in the breeze. The beautiful scenery brought a
sense of tranquility and joy.
On the other side.
The Ballard Group seaside villa.
The same beautiful spring sunlight shone through the large glass windows into the spacious living
room.
Luther sat on the sofa near the French windows, holding Alisha in his arms. Alisha had fallen asleep
again. After several days of battling high fevers from pneumonia, her once chubby face had become a
bit thinner.
Her face was still a bit pale, but her breathing was steady. She no longer had the shortness of breath
and fever that had plagued her in the past, reaching temperatures as high as40 degrees Celsius.novelbin
As of yesterday, her fever had finally subsided completely.
Jamie had been staying at the villa these past few days, putting everything else aside and focusing on
treating Alisha. Her condition had turned out to be more severe than he had imagined.
At this moment, he walked over to Luther's side. "Mr. Warner, the pneumonia should be under control
now and shouldn't recur. Alisha's constitution is weak, and this was a close call. We don't have major
equipment here, so if we need to do lung lavage or put her on a ventilator, I'm at a loss."
Luther squinted his eyes. These past few days, he had been tirelessly taking care of Alisha. To prevent
her from experiencing seizures from high fever, he dared not close his eyes. He could only rest briefly
when her fever subsided and she was in a peaceful sleep.
During the most critical days, she had been going back and forth between high temperatures and
shortness of breath, and the commonly used antibiotics had little effect.
He had no choice but to go out with Athena and personally obtain a new type of antibiotic, asthma
inhalers, and albumin. The delivery location was a high-end hotel in the suburbs, as specified by the
other party.
A photo of him and Athena together had been taken and exposed.
Today, the news was full of it, and he naturally saw it.
Hehe, some people couldn't wait.
Seeing that there was no one around, Jamie asked in a low voice, "Mr. Warner, the news about you
has already exploded today. What are your plans?"
Luther glanced at Jamie and said, "Since it has come to this point, let's turn the tables."
Jamie furrowed his brows slightly. He didn't understand what Luther meant by turning the tables, but he
believed that Luther would handle it well.
"Alisha's condition is stable. You've worked hard these past few days. Since she doesn't need
intravenous fluids anymore and only needs medication, I'll have someone take you back. You've been
out for too long," Luther said to Jamie.
"Alright," Jamie didn't refuse. "I'll write down in detail how to take the medication each day, and Mr.
Warner must make sure to give it to Alisha on time. Pneumonia can easily recur, even without any
symptoms, so we can't take it lightly. It takes at least a month to fully recover, and careful nurturing is
needed for three months. Remember, no more exposure to cold or falling into water."