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Don't Touch Me

Oliver got back to the hospital, gently opening the partially closed door to avoid disturbing anyone inside. He peeked in first.

Percival was sitting alone on a small stool, his tall frame slumped in defeat. Hearing the noise, he turned to glance at the door. He was still the richest man in the city, the one who graced financial platforms with confidence and power. But his eyes, usually cold and hawk-like, were now filled with unease and a hint of vulnerability.

Snapping back to reality, Oliver softly opened the door and carried in a suitcase. “Boss, I’ve brought your luggage.”

“Put it in the closet,” Percival replied. The VIP room was well-equipped, with a wardrobe that had hangers for plenty of clothes.

Oliver quickly hung the clothes in the closet, then glanced at Eulalia, who seemed to be sleeping on the bed. “How is the lady...?”

Percival put a finger to his lips, and Oliver immediately fell silent. Percival pointed outside, signaling for them to talk there. They moved to the smo
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