Loving You In Secret

Chapter 847

“Has the poison…been removed?”

“He wouldn’t be alive now if it hadn’t been removed.”

Vicky bowed her head and whispered, “I didn’t poison him. I don’t really know what…happened, but he didn’t

believe me…”

No one would believe her, and up until this very moment, she had no idea what actually happened.

“I believe you,” Old Mister Hart said.

She gaped at him in disbelief. “Y—You do?”

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He smiled. “Apart from your birth and status, I do admire you, Ms. Shaw. You’re smart, decisive, and composed.

You’re made for greatness. You’ve come begging me for help for Tyler’s sake, so why would you turn and poison

him?”

Vicky stared at Old Mister Hart with a conflicted look, and for a man as sharp as Old Mister Hart, he instantly

guessed what she was thinking.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Why? Did you think that I called you here to break you and Tyler up?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “I like how honest you are.”

Old Mister Hart’s behavior had completely taken Vicky by surprise as she thought that he would threaten her. To her

bewilderment, he was rather kind and gentle with her.

As she lowered her head thoughtfully, Old Mister Hart took the opportunity to ask, “Ms. Shaw, did you really lose

your memories?”

Her heart raced, and she looked up abruptly at Old Mister Hart.

There was a faint smile playing on his lips, but his gaze was as sharp as an eagle.

She started to sweat, and that was when Magnus hurried over to whisper a few words into Old Mister Hart’s ear.

Old Mister Hart lifted an eyebrow but did not seem surprised. “He sure is fast,” he said. “Let him in. None of you

can stop him, anyway.”

Magnus bowed respectfully before leaving.

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As soon as Magnus was gone, Old Mister Hart smiled at Vicky. “Tyler is here.”

Vicky glanced at her bracelet and realized that there was a tracker in it as the mysterious man claimed. Otherwise,

Tyler would have never been able to find her so quickly when the signal of her phone was blocked.

“Since Tyler is here, I suppose…we’ll have to end our conversation here,” said Old Mister Hart. “I enjoy our

conversations, Ms. Shaw. Please drop by to chat with this pitiful old man whenever you’re free.”

Just then, they heard footsteps approaching, and when Vicky turned around, she saw a familiar towering figure

storming toward them.

Tyler’s expression was frosty, and his lips were tightly pursed as he approached them with an intimidating presence.