CHAPTER 724: CHAPTER 724: WHAT EXACTLY IS HIS IDENTITY

Stella Hawthorne let out a bitter smile, "Maybe we’re destined to have no future together. There will be other girls to love you in my place."

"Don’t overthink it. No matter what you become, I’ll always like you." Xander Lawson gently patted her head, his voice soft and full of affection.

"You..." Stella looked at Xander in shock.

In fact, she had also developed feelings for Xander, so she lacked confidence and began to feel inferior.

"Stop saying silly things, let the doctor take a look at your face, okay?" Xander coaxed quietly.

Actually, the cut on Stella’s face was very shallow, but it bled a lot, making it look quite alarming.

The doctor soon arrived, performed some simple treatments, and explained post-treatment care instructions—not to get it wet, avoid spicy food, change medication frequently...

By this time, Stella had calmed down, though she still seemed a bit in shock, as if she hadn’t fully bounced back from the joy.

The doctor had just said that with careful care, there wouldn’t be any major problems with her face.

Stella couldn’t help but ask again, "Doctor, will my face really not scar?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses, "Yes, although there was quite a bit of bleeding, if you take proper care, there won’t be any scarring. If you’re still worried, you can consider cosmetic treatment."

Stella was overjoyed and couldn’t resist hugging Xander.

But then she thought about the pain of tears running into the wound, so she didn’t dare to cry. Her expression twisted, looking somewhat funny.

Xander laughed as well, "Are you happy now? Your face is fine, and I wouldn’t leave you because of it."

"Yes." Stella smiled, "We can be together now."

After a while, Stella remembered that Eleanor Sterling was still in an unknown situation. She raised her head from Xander’s embrace and said, "Eleanor is still being held by that person. You should go help President Faulkner!"

"Okay, I’ll go right away."

...

Meanwhile, Eleanor Sterling was in Fenrir’s car.

The vehicle moved steadily down the highway, with Fenrir wearing a hat and mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes as he drove.

Eleanor sat in the passenger seat, her gaze out the window, unsure where Fenrir was taking her.

"What exactly is your aim? Why do you want to use me to lure Alaric Faulkner?"

Fenrir let out a cold laugh, "If you’re smart, you won’t talk too much. The more you know, the shorter your life."

Eleanor pressed her lips together.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she began to scrutinize Fenrir closely.

His exposed eyes were deep and profound, looking familiar, yet somewhat strange.

Seeing now that Fenrir was driving, should she try to take off his mask to see who he really is?

Eleanor’s fingers tightened as she seized the moment, reaching to remove his mask. Unexpectedly, Fenrir sensed her move and caught her hand immediately.

The screeching sound of brakes rang out as the car came to a halt, and thankfully Eleanor was strapped in with a seatbelt, or she might have been thrown out.

The road was deserted, silent, and isolated.

Fenrir tightened his grip on her wrist with such force that it felt like her wrist might be crushed.

He sneered ominously, "I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson about behaving yourself."

Fenrir pulled the car over and dragged Eleanor out.

Eleanor stumbled as he led her away, her eyes turning sharp and cold. If only she had hidden the silver needles on her, she wouldn’t be in such a passive situation.