Chapter 662: The Deepest Pit She Dug for Herself in This Life_1

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K.O.!

Alfred Garland was stupefied.

Amadeus Yancey's facial expression froze, going from initially proud and indolent to a slightly annoyed look now.

Nathalie Quinlan saw it all and, with the corner of her mouth hooked upwards, laughed in a roguishly refreshing manner. She turned and walked toward the sofa, saying, "I just checked your pulse; you're recovering well, but you still need to rest. Your main issue is deficiency in qi and blood, but there's nothing else wrong."

"Mmhmm." Amadeus Yancey, feeling defeated, pursed his lips, unable to utter a single word, his head throbbing.

He had always been adept at setting traps for others; he never thought that one day he would fall into a pit of his own making.

That encounter at Waterfront Pavilion was definitely the deepest pit he had ever dug for himself in this lifetime!

If only he hadn't overthought it at that time; when she asked if he was her boyfriend, he shouldn't have blurted out that they were just good friends!