Dirk Carter was suddenly stunned.

He guessed that Rand Quance might have had something happen to him, but hearing this news was still somewhat hard to accept.

Just as he initially expected.

The mastermind behind it all indeed never intended for Rand Quance to survive.

This not only indicated the high rank and power of the puppet master.

But also highlighted another issue: over the years, they had embezzled and accepted a huge amount of bribes through the education system.

So much that to cover these secrets, he didn't hesitate to kill two people.

Suddenly, a flash of insight struck Dirk Carter.

He almost overlooked a most critical issue.

The only person he told about going to Warden Bridge was Rosie; he simply asked Rosie for the address of Warden Bridge—how would the murderer know?

The person who leaked the address could not have been Rand Quance.

Rand Quance was trying to escape at that time.

And throughout Kenton County, he no longer had anyone he could trust, which was precisely why he called Dirk Carter.

After the call, he cautiously turned off his phone.

How would the murderer know their whereabouts?

Could it be that the informant was Rosie?

"Dirk Carter, stop playing dumb. You just said you didn't inform anyone, so tell me, who apart from you would have killed Rand Quance?"

Vincent Eames' words interrupted Dirk Carter's thoughts.

Dirk Carter took a deep breath and said, "I didn't kill anyone."

"If you didn't kill anyone, then who did? Who else was at the scene? Come on, tell me!"

Vincent Eames became somewhat angry.

Pointing at Dirk Carter, he interrogated.

Just then.

The door of the ward was pushed open.

The doctor named Rosalind Sullivan walked in again.

"Time's up, you all need to leave now."

Rosalind Sullivan said unemotionally.

Vincent Eames said, "Doctor, can you give us another ten minutes? We still have many questions to ask."

"No!"

Rosalind Sullivan flatly refused.

Vincent Eames wanted to get angry again but, after some thought, decided to suppress his anger.

The two had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

Rosalind Sullivan stood by the door and shouted outside: "It's already rest time now. Without my permission, none of you should come in. If I find out, I'll directly report to your superiors."

After speaking.

She closed the door directly.

Removing her stethoscope, she began listening to Dirk Carter's chest.

No good!

If this continues, the only choice is to wait for death!

If the murderer isn't found, Dirk Carter would become the scapegoat.

The prime suspect now is Rosie; he must find her to get some answers!

Thinking of this.

Dirk Carter turned his head to look at Rosalind Sullivan.

"What's wrong? Is there any discomfort?"

Rosalind Sullivan asked.

Dirk Carter suddenly reached out.

He took off Rosalind Sullivan's mask.

In front of him appeared an exceptionally beautiful face.

Before, he could only see a pair of lively eyes, and Dirk Carter thought that this female doctor certainly wouldn't be unattractive; now that the mask was removed, seeing this flawless, pretty face made Dirk Carter's heart quiver slightly.

Delicate features, clear contours, graceful and flowing lines—a look at her gave Dirk Carter a feeling of the Veridia waterways.

As if a classical and gentle woman stepped out of ancient poems, evoking pity.

Rosalind Sullivan was startled by the action, anger rising between her brows, she asked, "What are you doing?"

Dirk Carter stared at those big eyes and said, "Dr. Sullivan, sorry."

"What do you mean?"

She had just asked this question.

Dirk Carter made his move.

His legs suddenly stretched out from under the blanket.

He wrapped them around Rosalind Sullivan's waist; a freely moving arm encircled her upper body, pulling her entirely onto his own.

Rosalind Sullivan had never been so frightened.

Just preparing to open her mouth to call for help.

Dirk Carter was already out of hands.

In desperation, he could only press his mouth against hers, sealing her lips.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

Rosalind Sullivan began to struggle.

Muffled sounds emerged from her mouth.

But with sounds still coming out, Dirk Carter had no other choice and forcibly thrust his tongue inside.

At the moment of entry, Rosalind Sullivan's eyes widened; Dirk Carter's rude act made her feel both ashamed and indignant, yet there was nothing she could do.

With her under control.

Dirk Carter pulled her down to his left side.

In this manner, Dirk Carter could stabilize Rosalind Sullivan's body while both of his hands could touch together.

With a flip of his hand.

The palm of his right hand revealed a needle.

After fiddling with the handcuff's keyhole for a while, there was a click, and the handcuffs unlocked.

Both hands could move freely.

Dirk Carter rolled over on the spot.

Pinning Rosalind Sullivan beneath him.

During this process, their mouths remained tightly pressed together.

Unknown whether it was the tongue kiss that weakened her or if she was already tired from struggling.

Seeing Rosalind Sullivan gradually calm down.

Dirk Carter released her lips, and immediately covered her mouth with his hand again.

First making a shushing gesture, looking at her wide-eyed and frightened, he said: "Dr. Sullivan, because of the situation, I'm truly sorry. After this is over, I will make it up to you, but I am not a murderer, I must leave here immediately to prove my innocence, can you help me?"

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

With her mouth covered, Rosalind Sullivan couldn't speak.

Dirk Carter released his hand, remaining vigilant; ready to cover her mouth if he sensed she might yell.

"How can I help you?"

Rosalind Sullivan asked.

Dirk Carter thought for a moment and said: "From my observation last night, they know I'm handcuffed, so they won't come in at night. So I need you to lie here, cover your head with a blanket, and swap with me when I get back."

"Why should I help you?"

Rosalind Sullivan asked.

Dirk Carter thought for a moment and said: "You have no obligation to help me, so whether you're willing or not, you'll have to do this!"

"What if I shout as soon as you leave?"

Rosalind Sullivan asked.

Dirk Carter thought for a while.

Again covering her mouth.

The other hand directly began unbuttoning Rosalind Sullivan's white coat.

Seeing Dirk Carter undress her, Rosalind Sullivan became distressed and tried to struggle, but was no match for Dirk Carter.

After the white coat was undone.

Dirk Carter didn't stop.

Underneath Rosalind Sullivan wore a plain T-shirt.

Dirk Carter forcibly removed it as well.

Now before him was only a pink bra.

To be fair, Rosalind Sullivan's bust was quite impressive, with skin smooth as silk, firm and proud, a perfect chest.

"Mmm mmm mmm… mmm mmm mmm…"

With fear-filled eyes.

Dirk Carter single-handedly unfastened her bra.

The two lofty white bunnies sprang free.

Did you think it ended there?

It didn't.

Dirk Carter smoothly pulled off her trousers, along with the pink panties.

Rosalind Sullivan, unable to resist, could only clench her legs tightly, indicating her refusal to let Dirk Carter succeed.

Beneath the abdomen, there was no imaginary Black Forest.

But she was completely shaven.

Perhaps, it was due to a doctor's cleanliness.

"Rest assured, I will not rape you, but you also reminded me—I must get some insurance. From now on, you will stay bare under the blanket, I will take your clothes, and if you call for help before I return, your naked appearance will be seen by all. Seeing how pure and fair you look, Dr. Sullivan probably wouldn't want to give the lecherous men outside a free show, right?"

After Dirk Carter finished all this, he finally eased the hand from her mouth.

Rosalind Sullivan's face was red with humiliation.

Covering her body with the blanket, she angrily said: "You... you bastard, you shameless!"

"A bastard is a bastard, shameless is shameless, but to save my life, I can't care about much now. Once I sort this out, I will apologize to you."

After finishing.

Dirk Carter wrapped Rosalind Sullivan's clothes in her white coat.

Pushed open the window and tied them together.

Then leaped from the window.

Rosalind Sullivan was terrified.

She knew well that this was coming down from a sixth-floor window…

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