The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 135

"Althea’s relative—a man, around fifty, looks like a gangster." Wendy only knew Althea, not Zachary, so she could only describe him as Althea’s family.

But Cheryl knew exactly who it was. The moment she heard, she immediately thought of Althea’s brother—the big boss in the underworld, the one everyone called Zachary.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now," Wendy said, then ended the call.

"I know who’s behind this. It’s Althea’s brother, Zachary," Cheryl told Lindsay.

The name Zachary was all too familiar to Lindsay. Her expression darkened.

Zachary was involved in organized crime. In her previous life, the drugs had come from his hands.

Piecing together everything that had happened before, Lindsay realized the injection Zachary had ordered the nurse to give her today must have been the same drug from her past.

A chill ran down her spine at the thought. If not for Wendy, and her own vigilance, she would have been doomed to repeat her fate all over again.

"Are you alright? You look pale—are you feeling sick?" Cheryl asked, worry etched on her face as she held Lindsay’s hand.

"I’m fine." Lindsay pulled her hand back and took a sip of coffee, not caring in the least that Cheryl had already drunk from the cup.

"If you’ve got things to do, don’t worry about me. Once I get my test results, I can head home," Lindsay said, feeling a little embarrassed for troubling Cheryl so often.

Cheryl waved off her concern. "Don’t be silly. It’s my family’s company—I can go in whenever I want. I’ll wait here with you for the results."

Lindsay pressed her lips together, hesitating before she finally asked, "Did Yves ask you to keep me company?"

Cheryl blinked, caught off guard. Then it clicked. "No, he didn’t! Did you two argue again?"

This time, she was genuinely clueless—Yves hadn’t mentioned a thing.

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