Chapter 420
On one hand, Kayla could use this opportunity to frame Felicia and get rid of her. On the other hand, it would give her the perfect chance to escape with the map and head to the mysterious island.
who could deny that it was fate?
Time passed day by day, and Felicia remained incredibly busy. The clinic was booming, with shelves of Panax pseudo–ginthera, scar–removal ointment, and other medicine selling out the moment they were stocked.
the medicine. If she hadn’t set limits on the number of customers and the quantities they could buy, she might have worked herself to exhaustion just producing
She didn’t neglect her coursework either. Having already revived the material twice and with her photographic memory, the classes posed no challenge at all.
Meanwhile, Jupiter Corporation successfully acquired the niche industries left behind after the Fuller family’s bankruptcy.
With their dominant position in the gaming industry already unmatched, jupiter Corporation began expanding into other sectors. In another year or two, Jupiter Corporation would grow into the powerhouse Felicia remembered as the renowned Jupiter Group.
In addition, the tourism development of Alverton had officially begun operation. Though the number of visitors was modest at first, she was confident that Alverton would become a popular tourist destination in the future.
people.
With so much to worry about, Felicia was endlessly busy. However, there was an upside–she had no time to think about other matters orp
That evening, Felicia left the college campus and boarded the usual bus at the gate.
Her timing was impeccable as the bus always arrived just as she stepped out. Only on rare occasions did she misjudge, and even then, she only had to wait a few
minutes.
Although the new villa she had purchased was almost fully renovated, she wasn’t in a hurry to move and continued living in her previous rental apartment.
Since it was the last bus of the day, there weren’t many passengers.
Halfway through the journey, the bus came to an abrupt stop while tuming past an intersection clogged with traffic.
The driver announced, “There seems to be an accident ahead. The road is blocked, and we can’t pass would you like to get off here or wait on the bus?”
The passengers didn’t need the reminder as they could see the traffic ahead. Judging by the jam, it would take at least an hour to clear
Felicia decided not to waste time and got off with h
hher backpack.
As she walked past the site of the accident, she unexpectedly spotted a familiar figure.
The man’s hair was disheveled in the wind, his poised and elegant demeanor entirely gone. His eyes were swollen and red, and her hands were trembling
It was Mike Lawson!
To be fair, Felicia’s impression of Mike was favorable. He always gave her a feeling of warmth and kindness, like a gentle spring breeze. He had even stepped in several times to help her out of difficult situations, even going as far as teaching Amold a lesson
But now, Mike looked utterly distraught and frenzied. He seemed almost out of control as he gripped a middle–aged man by his collar and threw punch after punch to his face.
From a distance, Felicia caught faint snippets of words like “daughter” and “where”
Her heart skipped a beat. Could his daughter be missing?
With that thought, she quickly rushed over.
When she got closer, her suspicion was confirmed. Mike was demanding furiously, “Where’s my daughter? Where did you take her? Tell me, or I’ll kill you!” One should never try to provoke a father who had lost his child.
At that moment, Mike resembled a feral wolf, seemingly ready to tear out the other man’s throat if he did not get the answer he wanted. The middle–aged man, already bruised and battered, burst into tears at the threat Trembling, he stammered, “I–I really don’t know…”
