Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 100

Those were the only two Rosalind hadn't laid a hand on.

Hearing this, a jolt went through Daniel. How did she know he was doing this for them...?

Rosalind's voice was casual. "Taking a contract is taking a contract. Taking a job from me is still taking a job. Why not work for me? At least it's legal."

Daniel had taken on so many jobs: helping people catch their cheating spouses, intimidating mistresses, dealing with mothers-in-law.

There were bad ones, too.

All sorts of jobs. But usually, just their presence was enough to scare ordinary people. Even those who weren't scared didn't see them as good people.

This was the first time they'd failed to intimidate someone and ended up being recruited as underlings instead.

Daniel said in a low voice, "We don't do anything too extreme."

"I'm a doctor. I treat people. What could be so extreme about that?" Rosalind's lips curved into a half-smile.

Daniel still didn't believe she was a doctor and was about to speak.

Rosalind cut him off coolly. "The one with the limp. Injured in a car accident. It aches when the weather's damp. The injury is recent."

Now it wasn't just Daniel; even the younger thugs stared wide-eyed. "How do you know that?!"

"Is it that difficult?" Rosalind's eyes were as black as ink. "All doctors learn to read bones, just to varying degrees."

Daniel grew agitated, his voice trembling. "Then, miss, can you... can you fix his leg? We'll pay whatever it costs!"

"You don't have to, I..." The boy with the limp stepped forward. Under the streetlight, his age became clear. He couldn't have been more than fifteen. His features were nothing like the other thugs'—he was delicate and fair-skinned, with naturally white hair that he kept hidden under a baseball cap.

Daniel snapped at him, "You be quiet!"

The boy lowered his gaze. "We don't have any money left. And it doesn't hurt that much."

"We get a salary?!" The young thug's eyes lit up.

Hope flickered in Daniel's eyes. "His leg really be healed?"

"So far, there hasn't been an illness I couldn't cure," Rosalind said lazily, her gaze falling on the red mole between the boy's eyebrows. She suddenly smiled, her face breathtakingly beautiful. "Besides, it seems we are fated to meet."

At her words, Warner, who had been silent all this time, lifted his eyelids slightly, his cool eyes glancing over.

Daniel was more than willing. He agreed joyfully, "As long as you can heal Bill’s leg, miss, we'll do whatever you say!"

"Give me your phone," Rosalind said with a lift of her chin.

Daniel complied, though he didn't know what she was planning.

Rosalind took it, typed something in, and handed it back. Her movements were swift and efficient. "Tomorrow at ten. Veritas Medical."