Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 31

“You’ve got to be kidding.” Fabian didn’t take her seriously, glancing at her. “Just as long as you know what you’re doing. If anything comes up, just let me know. I may only be an Executive Manager, but I can help you navigate the social side of things.”

Rosalind was actually a bit surprised that Fabian was an Executive Manager.

Judging by his appearance, he looked more like a regular errand boy… Ah, what a misjudgment.

“One more thing,” Fabian said. “I’d like to ask for your help with something.”

Rosalind raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead, Fabian.”

Fabian glanced around and lowered his voice. “Chairman Martinez came to Sol this time because his long-lost granddaughter was trafficked and ended up here. They had a lead before, but it’s gone cold. You meet a lot of people through your medical work—do you think you could help me look for her?”

Rosalind was once again reminded of the case she had turned down.

It seemed she and this Ms. Martinez from the Martinez family were truly fated to cross paths.

“Alright,” Rosalind agreed without asking any more questions.

Fabian didn’t want to tire her out further. “I should still walk you home. This road is pretty dark.”

Rosalind didn’t refuse this time and started walking ahead.

At first, Fabian assumed she was heading to the upscale residential complex nearby; after all, a place like that seemed to fit Rosalind’s aura.

To his surprise, she turned into a narrow alley where there were few people, the streetlights flickered intermittently, and the ground was riddled with potholes.

After walking for a while, Fabian’s brow was deeply furrowed.

Rosalind finally stopped in front of a small clinic. To call it a clinic was a bit of an overstatement.

The building was right on the street, small and dilapidated, with a sign posted next to the door.

The sign read: Foot Rubs - $30, Massages - $50, Special on Mugwort Packs!

“I know, I know.” Rosalind nodded. What Fabian said wasn't wrong. If she were to take them on as long-term patients, she would certainly charge the market rate.

Fabian was still shaking his head. “I’ll definitely figure something out for you!”

Rosalind wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but Fabian had already turned and walked away, looking as if he were heading back right then to demand her consultation fee.

Rosalind’s lips curved into a slight smile, and she didn’t call him back.

It was already late, ten-thirty, and her grandmother was probably asleep. It wasn’t a good time to invite someone in.

With that thought, she pushed open the door, only to be met with the sight of utter chaos.

The counter was the messiest, clearly having been ransacked violently.

Herbs were strewn everywhere, the medicine baskets were crushed, the foot-soaking tubs were overturned, and medical books were torn, their bindings exposed…