A Replacement Bride

The moment Joaquin relaxed, his pupils dilated suddenly as he raised his right arm to

block her.

It was also at this moment that the silver needle that was supposed to be poked into his

waist pierced his arm.

He glanced at Katherine in puzzlement.

Katherine's reaction was much faster than he imagined, and her attack was ruthless.

"Murdering your husband?" Joaquin looked at Katherine with a half-smile.

Katherine's hands were being suppressed and her posture was very awkward.

This inexplicable sense of familiarity reminded Katherine of someone.

The person in front of him was almost identical to the person she thought about except for

his voice, and the mask on his face made it difficult to see his face.

"Just kidding. You're very agile, my dear fiancé." She suppressed her indifference and

became more cautious.

Whether they were the same person or not, both of them were equally as dangerous.

"Oh? So you like to joke?" Joaquin smiled softly. The two were close, so close that

Katherine could clearly feel the vibration of his chest when he laughed. His voice was low,

deep, and indescribably sexy.

"I…" Just as Katherine was about to speak, Joaquin's phone rang abruptly with a very

sharp and harsh ringtone, which easily made one uncomfortable listening to it.

When Joaquin heard the phone ring, his expression changed and he released Katherine to

answer the phone.

Although they were close, Katherine could not hear what was said on the phone, but she

saw Joaquin's aura suddenly dissipate. The atmosphere in the entire car became solemn.

She glanced at Joaquin curiously.

Joaquin's low and suppressed voice echoed in the car. "Got it. I'm coming over right now.

Tell the doctor to stabilize his condition."

After speaking, he hung up the phone and frowned as if he had encountered something

difficult to solve.

"Sir, stop the car when you arrive at the front," Joaquin ordered coldly, not even bothering

to argue with Katherine anymore.

The driver obediently drove the car to the side of the road ahead and stopped.

"Get out of the car," Joaquin ordered without glancing at Katherine. His expression was

terrifyingly intimidating.

Katherine found the scene in front of her to be familiar as if she had just experienced it not

long ago.

After opening the door and getting out of the car, she was puzzled to see the man in the

car standing up!

Was he pretending to be disabled all this while?

Could it be that his disfigurement was also faked?

The corner of Katherine's mouth twitched fervently. What an insidious man he was! She

wondered who he was plotting against.

Watching the Stretch Lincoln Limousine drive away in front of her, Katherine inhaled a puff

of car exhaust.

After waiting for a while, she hailed a cab and went directly to the research institute.

Meanwhile, at Hovington, South Hill.

The entire mountain here was blocked, and the security measures were extremely strict to

the point not even a fly could enter.

A modified black Land Rover drove in at lightning speed and finally stopped in front of a

three-story bungalow halfway up the mountain.

The man in a black outfit jumped out of the car, looking cold and stern. Who else was it if

it was not Joaquin, the man who had just parted from Katherine?

With a long face, Joaquin strode toward a room on the first floor after getting out of the

car.

The light inside was a little dim, and a human figure could be vaguely seen on the bed. At

this time, in addition to the doctors and nurses, there were two middle-aged men with red

eyes in the ward.

Seeing Joaquin coming, the two quickly stepped forward, and their eyes turned red in an

instant. "Joaquin, something happened. Hawk may not be able to wait for the medicine

from Fontan to arrive. The doctor said he has only less than eight hours left to survive."

Before Joaquin came, he had a premonition that Hawk's condition would have worsened,

but not this bad.

"What did Mr. Muller say?" With a cold face, he looked at the man on the hospital bed,

reluctant to look away even for a moment.

"Mr. Muller said that unless Dr. C treats him personally, no one else can save him." The

middle-aged man on the side said in a choked voice.

Joaquin's heart sank.

If Dr. C were so easy to find, Hawk's condition would not have deteriorated to this point.

He raised his hand irritably and rubbed his eyebrows before spitting a sentence, "Call Mr.

Muller. No matter what method you use, you must get Dr. C and tell him that we can give

him anything in return."

"Yes, sir."

It was already an hour later when Katherine arrived at the research institute.

The research institute was located under a dilapidated bungalow in the west of the city.

Upstairs was a ruin, but the basement was the most advanced research institute in the

country.

Katherine passed the pupil recognition system and entered the research institute.

As soon as she entered the building, Theodore was walking over in a hurry. When he saw

her, he was slightly taken aback before quickly pulling her to the side, saying, "Kathy, the

same patient from last time is in critical condition now. He can't wait for the D3 Reageant

to be shipped from Fontan. Please save him."