I Can Do the Surgery

On the way home, Valentina supported her elbow on the window sill of the car, single-handedly propping up her head while looking at the mobile screen, completely oblivious to the low pressure atmosphere within the car. After all, for her, only murderous intent was worth her attention. William glanced at her mobile screen and saw her staring at the serial number of Liam. The atmosphere in the car seemed to drop even lower. Leonard felt awfully nervous while driving; his teeth chattered in the tension. William said, "Miss Ricardo, I thought Miss you were targeting Finley." He tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible. Valentina glanced at him and asked, "What are you unhappy about, Mr. Felton?" Being treated as a tool? William responded, "No, just curious." Valentina cocked an eyebrow at him. He followed up, "This should be the first time you actively asked someone for their contact info, right?" Especially a man's. Valentina replied, "I'm not interested in him." This phone num