Chapter 404
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Just a capsule, and after putting it in his mouth, it dissolved immediately.
The bitter taste immediately filled his mouth, Shane's stomach turned upside down, and he couldn't help but lie on his side next to the bed and vomit.
But time after time, he couldn't vomit anything, his whole body was filled with a strong smell of medicine, a hundred times more bitter than the previous smell.
Venn turned pale when he saw him like that.
It can be seen that the medicine the second brother prepared this time has a certain bitter taste.
Venn held back laughter, gloating over the pain of others: "You shouldn't anger the doctor, he will have many ways to deal with you."
Shane felt so bitter that he couldn't say a word. He had to drink a whole glass of water to reduce the bitter taste in his mouth.
After taking the medicine, a lot of his remaining stamina was consumed. He leaned against the headboard of the bed and fell, his eyelashes drooping, his whole body extremely weak.
Venn spread the blanket for him. After remembering, he lifted his sleeve to check the red mark on his arm.
'You see, this is the wound from the wooden stick, now the wound is swollen."
Having finished speaking, he remembered that Shane's eyes were blind, so he immediately grabbed Shane's wrist, wanting to put it on his arm.
'Try to touch it, it's already swollen. If you don't cause trouble, I don't deserve to be beaten."
Without hesitation, Shane took his hand back: "I'm not in the habit of touching men."
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Downstairs, outside the main gate of the villa, people from the National Investigation Bureau were stopped by bodyguards. When they saw Fawn coming out, everyone was stunned.
'Why you? Where's boss Shane?"
Fawn's expression was both cold and serious: "He has a fever, I will take care of him for my sister. If you want to say something, just tell me."
"This..."
Several people looked at each other, looking very awkward: 'Boss Fawn, you are in charge of the Department of Internal Affairs. The matter of the National Bureau of Investigation is always managed by boss Shane, not to mention this matter is a secret of the National Bureau of Investigation, just let us in, look at boss Shane for a moment, and then leave immediately."
Fawn's expression remained stern and unchanged. He looked at the documents in these people's hands and slowly stretched out his hands: "Give me the documents, I will personally give them to him."
'No, in addition to the documents, we also have to personally report to boss Shane."
Fawn frowned, his breathing spread uncomfortably, and pressure filled his heart.
'There's no need to report, he can read the documents himself, your National Investigation Bureau documents, I'm not interested, I won't steal, do you dare to doubt me?"
'Don't dare, don't dare, how could you do such a thing…"
Fawn is too lazy to listen to meaningless words: "Give it here."
Under his oppression, they could only hand over documents properly.
"Go away."
Fawn withdrew his gaze, he turned around and prepared to enter the villa, but before he could take two steps, there was a commotion outside the door.
The focus is Mr. Benedict, the second boss of the Miller family, who personally led everyone here, followed by Anselm.
'What happened to Shane recently? Even Harold didn't have time to inform him. He pretends to be so good. This time I invited him. If he dares to refuse me, next time he wants his grandfather to personally invite him again, right?"
Mr. Benedict was scolding the bodyguard with a serious expression, his old voice deliberately speaking loudly.
Fawn frowned even more, still having to turn back.
Seeing Fawn, Mr. Benedict was a bit startled, smiled, and said: "Oh, why does the Griselda family's eldest son have free time to come to the Miller house as a guest?"
Anyway, Mr. Benedict as the master of the Miller house, Fawn restrained his anger and politely replied without hesitation: 'Shane has a cold, and Bertha has been very busy recently. I came to help take care of him."
Mr. Benedict nodded very politely: "So that's it."
Anselm beside him lamented in a low voice: "It's just a mild illness, it doesn't mean you can't walk. Grandpa urged him three times and asked him four times, but all he had was an excuse. You see, he did it on purpose."
'Boss Fawn is here, don't talk nonsense."
Mr. Benedict waited for Anselm to finish speaking before pretending to scold him, then he smiled and looked at Fawn: 'But Shane always avoids his grandfather, this is indeed a bit disobedient, making you mock him."
Fawn still stood there, his face expressionless and saying nothing.
Mr. Benedict continued: "If Shane's condition is not particularly serious, please let him come out to see us. Today at noon, the Miller family is holding a family party. Shane is the current owner of the Miller house. He must be present."
Having finished speaking, Mr. Benedict winked at the group of bodyguards behind him.
The bodyguards quickly ran forward but were stopped by Shane's bodyguards.
Two people without eyes tried to rush in but were directly beaten with an electric whip several times.
Fawn leisurely put her hands in her pockets, her tone signaling others not to interfere: "If I absolutely won't let you in, what are you going to do?"
Mr. Benedict was so angry that his face turned pale. Before he could say anything, Anselm took the lead and asked: "Sir, this is our house, you are an outsider, why do you come to my house to show off your power?"
'Yes, I am an outsider."
Fawn laughed coldly: "But Shane is engaged to my sister, I am his brother-in-law, I should care about his body. You are relatives, but you only care about him whether or not you can walk when you're sick, that gives people chills."
