The Wrong Woman

However, Oliver doubted Daniel's ability to kill Nathan.

The following day, around noon, Oliver received a video from Daniel.

In the footage, Nathan lay motionless in a pool of blood, a sharp blade dangerously close to his heart, his complexion pale.

Oliver watched the video repeatedly, detecting no signs of editing or staging. It stirred something within him.

He settled in the living room, anticipation tugging at him. Every ten minutes, he refreshed the trending topics, waiting for news.

An hour later, headlines about the assassination of Norvania's Defense General flooded the trending lists.

Oliver's excitement surged as he avidly scrolled through the news. The reports confirming Nathan's death hailed from reliable, reputable sources.

Clutching his phone tightly, Oliver rose joyfully, pacing the living room while eagerly devouring online news.

He never fathomed that Daniel would go through with the act of killing his own brother. His resolve was truly formidable and Oliver admired his unwavering determination to regain his sight. After what felt like an eternity, Daniel's call finally came.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

He seemed greatly shaken with unstable emotion and a trembling voice. "Ollie, I've killed Nate. Help me with the surgery, and I'll assist you in leaving Norvania."

"Alright. Prepare a well-equipped neurosurgical hospital and I'll need three skilled assistants, preferably all neurosurgeons," Oliver instructed.

Daniel responded slowly, "I'll make the arrangements."

"After the surgery, arrange for a plane with a competent pilot," Oliver added.

"How soon until I regain my sight?" Daniel inquired.

"If your vision is hindered by a blood clot, the effect will be immediate upon removal. You'll gradually recover on the first day, maybe slower, around three to five days, depending on the actual situation," Oliver explained.

"We're in this together now, Ollie," Daniel said.

Oliver beamed, "Yes, we're in this together. Your restored vision means I can leave Norvania alive. Trust me with your surgery."

Daniel hummed in agreement. The two discussed the preparations before the surgery. The surgery was scheduled for the next afternoon.

Oliver left the frontiers by a car that

day. He found that all the checkpoints were removed and it was no longer as strict as before. With Nathan's death, the military base was now a mess. S

Oliver smoothly reached the airport and boarded a flight to Phoenicia. The journey was surprisingly uneventful.

In a private hospital ward, Oliver finally saw Daniel.

He had worn a mask throughout the journey.

Entering the ward, Oliver found Daniel seated on the bed, eyes closed in repose. Pulling a chair closer, Oliver sat beside him. "You're here. Why the silence?" Daniel questioned.

Oliver grinned. "How did you do it?"

"Nate trusted me completely. Killing him was a simple task," Daniel said.

"I'm not referring to that. I'm talking about the checkpoints all the way here. How did you ensure that no one checked my identity at all?" Oliver inquired.

"Your warrant had no grounds to begin with. With the right connections, it was easily lifted," Daniel explained.

Excitement bubbled within Oliver. "So, am I free now?"

Daniel shook his head, his tone

serious, "Nate may be gone, but his

assistant Cole is still there. He's tightening security at the frontiers, determined to get you." S

Oliver grasped Daniel's hand firmly. "To a pleasant cooperation, Daniel."

A faint smile graced Daniel's lips. "Yeah, pleasant cooperation, Ollie."