CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 327: MASTER, WHY DID YOU SAVE MY ENEMY?

After a moment, several men in black with oxygen tanks emerged from beneath the beach.

One of them was dragging the unconscious Austin Winters.

Connor walked over from a distance, gestured for Austin Winters to be taken away, and for the first time showed an expression of respect towards Isabella Weaver.

She had a deep psychological insight into Austin Winters, not allowing him to search for Austin because he would be on guard.

She personally took action, appearing weak to deceive the enemy.

Here, it wasn’t just this trap set up; they had people in the sea, and even a helicopter arranged above.

On the surface, it appeared that Isabella Weaver was alone, but in reality, a well-coordinated net had been set.

"Young Madam, let’s go back. The wind is strong here."

Isabella Weaver nodded, holding onto Austin Winters, with no sign of happiness on her face.

As she watched Austin Winters being dragged away by the men in black, she felt a sense of suspicion: "Test his DNA."

Connor was taken aback: "Young Madam, you suspect his identity?"

"I just feel it was too easy for us to succeed, and I’m a bit uneasy in my heart."

Connor chuckled: "I’ve been with the Young Master for so many years, I certainly won’t even mistakenly recognize this cheap brother of his. Don’t worry, it’s him!"

"What do you plan to do with him?"

"Whatever he did to the Young Master, I’ll do to him! First, I’ll poke a few holes in him, let him taste the feeling of being better off dead! Whether to take his life will wait for the Young Master to wake up and decide!"

Connor’s white teeth glinted with a cold light, and his tone bore a certain harshness, in stark contrast to his usual smiling and affable demeanor.

But in this way, Isabella Weaver felt somewhat at ease.

Authenticity without pretenses is what brings peace of mind.

She returned to the hospital, sitting beside Harry Hunter, watching him for a long time.

In the emergency room of Valley Hospital, Johan Niles glared fiercely at the person on the operating table, shouting angrily: "Take him out! Don’t save him! Let him die!"

Director Valley looked at him disapprovingly: "What are you yelling for, what are you yelling for, you almost made me cut wrong with the scalpel!"

"Look at my wrist! Look at my spine! It’s all his fault! This man is a lunatic, why are you still saving him! Am I still your most favored, most beloved, most adorable disciple?!"

Director Valley shook his head helplessly: "You are."

"Then why are you saving my enemy! You surely don’t love me anymore, wah wah wah..."

Johan Niles was full of grievance, howling endlessly.

"You are indeed my favorite disciple, but the one on the operating table is my godson, can I not save him?"

Johan Niles’s wailing suddenly got stuck!

"What did you say? Godson?! This madman?"

"His father Ryan Parker was my sworn brother. Knowing I lived alone without family, Alexander Parker was given to me as a godson right after he was born."

Johan Niles was shocked and it took him quite a while to speak: "What kind of godson is this, he’s never visited you!"

"He’s been different from others since he was little, indifferent towards family ties. It’s actually good that he doesn’t visit me, or else I wouldn’t know if I’d be alive today."

Johan Niles nearly jumped up: "You know he’s sick too?"

"Of course I know, I was the one who initially treated him. No one knows his condition better than I do."

"Then you treated him to become such a mess? Quack! He almost killed me! He even bites!"

Director Valley looked at the scalpel in his hand, then at the unruly Johan Niles.

After thinking about it, he decided to let it go.

The dear disciple, painstakingly guided personally, to just cut his head off would mean having no successor.