Chapter 193
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“I’ve got some updates to share,” Christina said, drawing all eyes to her.
“Is it good news, Christina?” Chloe asked, practically bouncing in her chair. “Don’t keep us in suspense!”
A smile broke across Christina’s face. “Absolutely. There’s finally a clue about Woodfort.”
The bombshell left Dylan and Chloe stunned for a moment. A flood of joy rushed through Chloe, her thoughts scattered, and happy tears slid down her cheeks.
Chloe blinked in disbelief. “Christina, are you serious? Is what you said true?”
“It’s true,” Christina assured her. “Once we secure the Woodfort, you’ll finally have the prescription you need.”
This lead had actually come from Lauretta, who had called Christina earlier. However, Lauretta had kept the source a secret, stressing that Christina couldn’t reveal her involvement to anyone.
Lauretta had simply offered Christina two choices: Christina could either pick it up the next day or have it sent to any address she preferred.
After mulling it over, Christina had decided to meet Lauretta the next day to collect it.
Dylan looked at Christina, genuinely taken aback. “How did you manage to track it down?” He’d pulled every string he could think of, but the Woodfort had remained elusive—yet Christina had managed to get her hands on it.
“A kind benefactor stepped in for me,” Christina replied. “I’d helped her once before, and when she heard what I needed, she offered to help and found it. But she doesn’t want to share how she got it, or who provided it.”
Elliott commented, “That’s incredible. You’re lucky to know someone so resourceful and generous enough to hand over the Woodfort.”
“Tell me how much she wants for it,” Dylan said after thinking for a moment. “I’ll transfer you the money so you can pass it on.”
Ł𝖆𝖙𝖾𝘀𝖙 𝙘ђ𝖺𝐩𝑡𝖾𝗋𝘀 ɡ⍺𝗅ⓝ𝗈ν𝓮𝗅𝓈﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
With the benefactor preferring to stay in the shadows, Dylan decided to let Christina handle the rest while he covered the cost.
“There’s no need for payment right now,” Christina replied gently. She had tried to repay Lauretta, but Lauretta had been adamant—if money changed hands, the Woodfort would be off the table. Christina had no choice but to comply.
“If your friend ever needs anything, as long as it’s within reason, I’ll do whatever I can,” Dylan said, his tone unwavering.
“Got it. I’ll let her know you’re grateful,” Christina replied.
Chloe’s voice wavered with emotion, a bright smile breaking through. “Christina, thank you—and please thank your benefactor for me as well.”
“You don’t have to thank me. Your good luck is in the picture,” Christina responded with a reassuring smile. It felt as though the universe itself had orchestrated this moment.
“Let’s mark the occasion with a toast,” Chloe suggested, raising her glass high.
Such a moment certainly deserved to be celebrated. Everyone lifted their glasses in unison, the soft chime of crystal echoing through the room before each took a slow, celebratory sip.
With wine flowing freely that evening, Dylan decided to stay the night, while Elliott had his driver take him home.
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