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She dreamt of it again. It was the day three years ago when the ground was stained with her blood,
and the feeble, raspy cries of an infant filled the air.
“We’re about to land, sweetie…” Nearby, a mother was soothing her hoarse–voiced baby.
Natalie glanced over, a self–deprecating smile tugging at her lips. She could hardly tell dreams from
reality anymore.
The plane was descending, and Natalie checked her phone. It was early morning in Bluestar, just in
time to make it to King’s surgery. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
The butler, Uriah, was waiting for her. They exchanged a brisk greeting and, without further ado, rushed
to the hospital.
As they reached the operating room door, she saw a man with a cane and a bodyguard coming down
the corridor. His narrow, piercing eyes were sharp as he quietly instructed his entourage.
Natalie froze, then with a mix of shock and joy, she called out, “King?”
King halted, turning in her direction.
Natalie raced toward him and threw her arms around him, saying, “I’m so relieved you’re okay!”
King remained frozen in place for a few moments, then a quiet laugh slipped from his lips. His free
hand tenderly pulling her closer by the waist.
“You had me scared to death…” Natalie sobbed into his chest.
It was the first time she had cried in front of him, the first time she had initiated an embrace. He had
thought her heart was unyielding.
“I’m alright now,” he murmured, kissing her forehead gently.
Uriah and the other subordinates discreetly stepped away.
Everyone close to King knew Natalie was his treasure. In the three years since she’d been by his side,
King had softened, his icy exterior melting away.
It was plain to see King’s feelings for Natalie were extraordinary. Everyone saw it but her.
Overwhelmed, Natalie wept without restraint.
When she finally calmed down, she released King and asked, confused, “Weren’t you supposed to
have surgery this morning?”
“I started to regain consciousness last night and woke up an hour ago,” King explained softly, thumb
wiping away her tears.
“How could you get out of bed so soon after waking up?” Natalie asked, her brow furrowed with
concern.
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“I’m heading next door for a full check–up, I didn’t need the wheelchair for a few steps, so I got up.”
King replied helplessly,
Natalie saw his pale face and weak appearance and asked worriedly, “What happened? How did you
get hurt?”
“I’ll explain everything in a bit,” King said, nodding toward the doctor waiting in the next room.
When Natalle joined the Truth Group, she underwent three months of intensive training, including some
basic medical knowledge.
She scrutinized King’s scans, confirming the hemorrhage in his brain had faded to a faint shadow, no
longer a threat to his health, and she finally relaxed.
The weather outside was pleasant, so she wheeled King out to bask in the sunshine.
“So, you suspect a betrayal,” Natalie whispered after King had laid out all the details.
The hierarchy of the Truth Group was unlike any regular corporation. It revolved around King, with a
management team of eight people, each akin to a headhunter and a manager.
Whenever a recruit joined Truth Group, only the headhunter responsible for the recruitment and King
would be in the know. Then, King and Uriah would assign the newcomer a position based on their
strengths, consulting with the headhunter as necessary.