Chapter 20: Don't Forget the Promise

Len Hawthorne carried the unconscious little girl into the car.

Chloe Stephens glanced at her: "She's sick."

It wasn't an illness causing her unstable internal Qi, but something inside her body clashing.

The little girl was probably six or seven years old.

She was dressed in a neat black mini skirt outfit, and she looked beautiful and delicate.

Len Hawthorne felt helpless, "Let's take her to the hospital first."

Chloe sat in the back seat and naturally placed her hand on the girl's pulse.

Her eyes flickered.

*

Hospital.

Len Hawthorne carried the little girl into the consulting room, had the doctor examine her and confirm that she was not in any danger, before letting her rest on a temporary bed.

Chloe sat by the bed, looking out of the consulting room.

Len Hawthorne bought some warm milk back and handed it to her.

Chloe took it, smelled the milk, frowned slightly, but still drank it.

"Once her family comes, I'll drive you back."

Finding the girl's family would only take Len Hawthorne a few minutes.

"Hmm."

"Want to sleep for a bit?"

As Len started to recline Chloe's seat, she raised her hand to stop him. Smelling the faint tobacco scent on him, she frowned slightly.

Len Hawthorne backed away.

Helpless, he glanced at the seated Chloe and then at the girl lying down. So much for taking care of a child in the middle of the night.

Chloe's gaze swept over the little girl again.

Len Hawthorne also noticed something unusual about the girl.

But he didn't pry too much into it.

*

Half an hour later.

A middle-aged man hurried in.

It just so happened that the little girl on the bed woke up.

"Riley."

"Uncle Lewis?"

The little girl was confused by the sudden appearance of the middle-aged man.

Patrick Lewis's expression was very tense, "Riley, are you alright?"

The girl pursed her lips, shook her head, and looked somewhat cool.

"You suddenly vanished, and Uncle Lewis was worried something might have happened to you."

"I'm sorry," the little girl apologized.

"I'm glad you're okay," Patrick Lewis quickly returned to normal and, remembering something, stood up and said to Len Hawthorne, "Thank you."

"It was nothing."

Upon recognizing Len Hawthorne's appearance, Patrick Lewis was momentarily stunned. Even if he didn't know Len, it was clear from his demeanor and attire that he was not an ordinary person.

Patrick Lewis couldn't help but be more alert.

Len Hawthorne saw the man on guard against him and raised an eyebrow, "Since the person's here, we should go too. Little Chloe, let's go."

Chloe was not satisfied with this nickname.

But she didn't argue and followed.

"Wait," Patrick Lewis stopped them, took a card from his pocket and handed it over, "This is a little token of our gratitude for saving Riley."

Len Hawthorne couldn't help but chuckle, "No need."

Was offering money an insult to him?

"How much?" Chloe suddenly turned back and asked.

Patrick Lewis was taken aback and then smiled knowingly, saying, "Three million USD."

"Thank you," Chloe accepted the card, then looked at the little girl, "Her condition cannot be resolved by ordinary doctors. I'll take your money, and when I'm ready, I'll remove the taboo from her body."

Patrick Lewis was stunned, and his facial expression quickly changed, as he became wary of Chloe.

Chloe left those words behind and turned to leave.

*

Neon lights shone diagonally through the car window onto the girl's face, casting a dim and ambiguous shadow.

Looking at Chloe from the side, there was an indescribable sense of mysterious chilliness.

Len Hawthorne frowned, "If you're really short on money, your big brother can lend you some."

"No need."

Len's mouth twitched, "Don't reject it so quickly."

"Let me off in front."

"Seriously, won't consider borrowing money from your big brother again?"

"Stop the car."

It was clear that Chloe Stephens didn't even want to waste words with him.

Len stopped the car and watched the girl get out decisively. He leaned out of the car window, "Little Chloe."

Chloe frowned, but still looked back at him.

The girl's eyes were pure black, and though they showed nothing but indifference, at that moment, combined with the light and shadows behind her, there was a sudden sense of soft beauty.

"Don't forget our agreement."

"Mhm."

Chloe turned and walked towards her home.

The last time she borrowed money, he put a condition on it, and it wasn't some kind of agreement.

*

Not long after Chloe left in the morning, Wilbert Foster came in to find Yvette Foster, who was serving Fred breakfast.

Yvonne Sullivan hadn't left, so she lingered at home with Megan Gibson.

Megan was puzzled.

She heard Wilbert interrupt Fred and Yvette's conversation, "Yvette, my wife and I are planning to resign from the company and start our own business. Our company is currently lacking some funds, and I want to ask if you can support us."

Yvette frowned, "Brother, when you and sister-in-law wanted to join this company before, I put in money for you guys. The wages are high, and the treatment is good. In such a good company, you haven't even been there for five years, and now you want to start your own business. I don't oppose you guys starting your own business, but you need to have enough funds and connections. Not everyone can do it."

Wilbert didn't like hearing Yvette's words. If you can give, just give, don't talk too much, "Yvette, we have our own partners. In fact, we've already got all the paperwork done. My wife and I are well-prepared. Right now, we just lack some money for operation. Don't worry, within half a year, we will be able to recoup our investment."

"Brother, let me tell you the truth, I've returned the money from the Stephens family. Now I only have tens of thousands, and I haven't been working for a long time. Where do I have the money to support you and sister-in-law?"

Wilbert's eyebrows knitted together, "Why are you so stubborn? No matter what, Chloe is the child of the Stephens family. Even if you guys divorced, there would be your father's alimony. Moreover, you guys are not divorced, you should take that money."

Megan rushed in at this moment, not waiting for Fred to scold his son, she pointed at Yvette angrily, "You're not stubborn, you're heartless. Why did you give back that money? Although your brother is starting a business, it's also for the family. You and your daughter are living here, which thing is not provided by the family? Go get that money back, give it to your brother for his business, it's also going into your own pocket in the end."

"I'm not dead yet, what are you guys doing? In front of me, you're pressuring your own daughter like this," Fred slapped the bed, excited, "and you, as the elder brother, are you supposed to be squeezing your sister like this? If you have the ability, start your business. If you don't, don't show off."

Wilbert's face flushed from being scolded.

Megan couldn't let it go, "She's a sister, what's wrong with giving money to her brother?"

"Everything in the family, which one wasn't brought back by Yvette in the first place?" Fred choked with anger.

"Dad, don't be angry. I don't have any money right now and can't support my brother," Yvette looked at Wilbert, "Elder brother, let me tell you the truth. I already talked to the Stephens family, I don't need a penny, and they won't send any money anymore."

So Wilbert should give up that idea.

Wilbert's eyebrows crunched together.

He had invested all his assets in it. Without this money to operate, how could he get it back?

*

Kent Sullivan's ability to get things done was extraordinary. The disciplinary action against Shella Norton and the few female students was a big one.

Two sanctions were enough to prevent them from entering key high schools in the future.

Shella and the others became a strange sight in Class 2 whenever they saw Chloe. They had to detour around her, full of hatred.

Oliver Gordon, unaware of the phone recording, didn't quite understand why Shella and the others were punished and didn't particularly like Chloe. However, he didn't get involved in such matters.

Chloe wasn't overly concerned about what was happening around her. Now she was in the second round, and she had to get the 2 million within the next two days.

The second round would eliminate a lot of people, and within half a day, Chloe had entered the third game system.

Which meant the later stages of the final.

As they got closer to the final, Kelly Stephens' fans became even more crazed in trampling on "Hiding Ghost", wishing they could crawl into the internet cable and trample the person under their feet.

Even the passers-by who were attracted by "Hiding Ghost" were laughing to death.

[Kelly Stephens' fans are really something. Seeing "Hiding Ghost" firmly in first place, they panicked and started trash-talking all over the screen. Kelly Stephens' fans are just that kind of quality.]

[If it was really a computer, would the organizers not know? Kelly Stephens is a rich and noble princess, who would dare use a computer to target her? So the comments from Kelly Stephens' fans, I really can't bear to look directly at them.]

[Kelly Stephens' fans are indeed amazing, slandering "Hiding Ghost" all over Weibo, even though "Hiding Ghost" hasn't done anything wrong.]

At the Stephens family's home, Kelly, who had taken leave to play chess, saw that the opinions were leaning toward "Hiding Ghost" and furrowed her brows.

What does it mean to be firmly in first place? In the end, she would be the real winner.

She didn't care about the 2 million; she only cared about winning.

The organizers had invited her to win this competition.

How could the designated winner lose to an unknown "Hiding Ghost"? Even if these bystanders were blind, their beloved "Hiding Ghost" would still lose miserably.

Kelly saw "Hiding Ghost" eliminate another person and her brows tightened.

After a while, she called the organizer's number again, "What's the deal with this 'Hiding Ghost'? Isn't it someone you guys specifically invited?"

The organizers were now quite troubled because they couldn't find any information about this person.

The mobile phone belonged to Len, making it difficult to track.

Kelly didn't get a satisfactory answer, so she hung up and called her previous contact again, "Now, you can find out who this person is."