Chapter 551

The young man trembled with rage, storming toward Felicia, fist raised. Felicia, pale and drenched in sweat, was already exhausted. She made no attempt to dodge or retaliate. His hand hovered, never striking. Instead, he shoved her forcefully, yelling, “My girlfriend tried to help you, and you strangled her! Where’s your heart?”

“I’m sorry,” Felicia whispered, closing her eyes. She felt less like a human, more like a puppet. She turned to Jennifer, struggling to move and check her injuries.

Jennifer flinched, backing away, clearly shaken. The young man immediately stepped in front of her, shielding her from Felicia. “We don’t need your fake concern.”

Since Jennifer was unharmed, the doctor left. The young man helped Jennifer to her feet. “Jennifer, are you okay? Does anything hurt?”

Jennifer shook her head, her gaze fixed on Felicia. Anyone who offered help, only to be betrayed and nearly killed, would feel a whirlwind of anger and confusion. Jennifer was no exception, caught between rage and frustration. But she also remembered the struggle and anguish in Felicia’s eyes when she was almost strangled. Felicia had even bitten her own tongue until it bled to stop herself.

Jennifer said to her boyfriend, “I don’t think she meant to hurt me…”

“What? She strangled you! And you’re saying that’s not intentional?” The young man was furious. “Jennifer, stop being so naïve. Don’t just go around helping people. Always protect yourself first!”

He guided Jennifer away, shielding her protectively. Before leaving, he glared at Felicia one last time.

Alone in the dimly lit parking lot, Felicia sat against a flowerbed, her hands trembling. She had almost strangled an innocent bystander. It had been so close. The bell still rang, causing her to lose consciousness and sleepwalk, but now, awareness lingered while her body acted against her will. She wondered what would happen next time. Would she wake up to find her hands bloody? Would she discover she had killed someone? Were those around her in danger?

She needed to find a solution. She reached for her phone, only to realize it was dead. She returned to the convenience store and borrowed a charger. Minutes later, her phone powered on. She called a number.

The call connected quickly. A woman teased, “No wonder my eyes have been twitching all day. It turns out my golden goose is calling. Do you have a job for me? I’m always available.” Felicia could almost see Scarlet’s flirtatious wink. Scarlet was a mercenary.

Months ago, at Felicia’s apartment complex, Carmen had taken a sniper’s bullet meant for Felicia. Though the sniper escaped, Felicia had issued a five-billion-dollar bounty. Nine mercenaries completed the task, Scarlet among them. Felicia never expected she’d need Scarlet again so soon.