The Apple of My Eye

Isla picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?"

"Manager Zhao, can I ask you a favor?" Duke's voice called out from the other end of the line. "I know you caught my cousin. He is sick and mentally ill these days. Could you please let him go this time?" "It's not that we don't want to let him go. But he keeps harassing Sher. I wish he would leave her alone," Isla said bluntly, unable to contain her anger.

Duke felt a little awkward, knowing Isla's temperament. Clearing his throat, he answered, "I know. It's all Damian's fault. He shouldn't have been so stubborn. I have tried to persuade him many times. Manager Zhao, I have already informed Mr. Li about this. He ordered me to take Damian home, no matter what it takes. If he refuses, we will knock him down and take him home."

Hearing Duke's words, Isla calmed down a bit. "Are you sure he will listen to you? If he had listened to you, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

Isla still didn't believe that Duke could talk senses into Damian.

"Manager Zhao, please trust me this time," Duke promised again, hoping Isla would listen to him. "Mr. Li also said that to show our apology, he would hand over all the domestic businesses to the Cloud Advertising Company."

That was not necessarily what Isla was expecting to hear, but since the end result could end with business gains, Isla cooled down. She cast a quick glance at Damian, who had been caught by Nick earlier before she said, "Okay, I trust you."

Isla finally hung up the phone, and walked up to Nick, motioning for him to let Damian go. Nick released his hold on Damian while the latter straightened up to stand properly.

"Damian, you should thank your lucky stars. I just got off the phone with Duke, so I am letting you go now. But this will be my final warning. If this happens again, don't blame me for being ruthless." Isla gave him a stern look.

Damian's face turned red with embarrassment. His trimmed hair now looked a bit messy after struggling for a while.

He gasped for breath, completely losing his usual elegance. His eyes were red, like those of a beast. Standing close to Isla, his stare seemed to send a shiver down her spine.

But Isla was not afraid of him. Raising her head with contempt, she ordered his two bodyguards, "Why don't you take your boss home? Keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't come out and embarrass himself again."

Seeing that Damian had been freed, the two men felt relieved and hurried away with their boss.

Isla finally felt relieved as soon as they were out of sight. "It's finally done!" she exclaimed.

Standing next to Isla, Nick looked at her with admiration. "Isla, I find you are a capable woman," he praised. "You are even better than me."

"Thank you, Nick," she answered, winking at him. "Now, let's go inside and see Clark." Isla wore a proud smile as they entered the ward. However, she couldn't help feeling gloomy when she thought about Clark's condition.

Nick's heart tightened. Though he knew about the little boy's condition, he also felt sad that there was nothing much they could do. Still, he nodded and followed Isla to the ward.

As soon as they came in, they saw Clark was unconscious. He still hadn't woken up, making Sheryl even more worried. She sat at his bedside, and she looked tired and restless. She would glance at Clark from time to time, fearing that he might have a relapse.

As soon as Nick and Isla entered the ward, they saw how sad Sheryl was. She didn't even seem to notice them come in. Exchanging glances, Nick and Isla couldn't help but feel bitter. Stepping forward, Isla placed her hands on Sheryl's shoulders, startling her a bit. "Sher, all things have been settled," Isla confirmed.

"Thanks." Nodding her head, she said, "Thank you for coming."

"We already talked to Damian. He won't bother you anymore, Sheryl. I'm sorry for Clark. Don't worry too much. I'm sure everything will be alright," Isla added. She squeezed Sheryl's shoulder, letting her know she had her back.

Nick also comforted her by saying, "Sher, I believe that Clark will be fine. Don't worry too much. You should take care of yourself too. Clark will be sad if you end up getting sick."

Sheryl smiled bitterly. "I don't want anything else now. If Clark can survive this time, I am willing to give up ten years of my life for him."

Hearing Sheryl talk this way made both Isla and Nick uncomfortable.

"I can only pray for him now, and hope that God will listen to my plea." Sheryl sighed and turned to look outside the window.

Isla and Nick's hearts sunk. Like Sheryl, they could only offer prayers for this little boy. They prayed that God would bless Clark and help him go through this.

Meanwhile, Charles sat down in the room, waiting. His emotions were a little unstable. Vicky sat across him.

As agreed with Vicky, Charles had brought two buddies to meet with the makeup artist that Vicky recommended. It had been an hour since they went into the room, and

they were still inside, making Charles wonder what was taking them so long.

Vicky was also growing a little worried now. Although she knew how skilled this makeup artist was, she knew that their behaviors were just as important as their appearances.

Since everything had been rushed, if anything went wrong with the two men they hired, it would arouse the suspicions of both Rob and Ferry.

Charles furrowed his eyebrows, ignoring Vicky's stare. He was thinking whether his plan could be carried out smoothly. It had to go well.

Time passed by slowly. At last, when the makeup artist walked out of the room, followed by the two men, both Vicky and Charles were taken aback.

Vicky was right. The prosthetic makeup artist had done wonders. The two men in front of them were completely different from how they looked before. They were now carbon copies of Ferry and Rob.

It was not only their faces that were

alike but also their figures. But

taking a better look at them, you

would notice that this Rob and Ferry

were evasive with a little fear on their faces. And with that, they didn't appear as cruel and vicious as the

true Ferry and Rob.

Vicky looked at Charles, waiting for his verdict. Looking at Rob and Ferry's look-alikes, he nodded his head.

Taking that as confirmation, Vicky stood up and walked over to the makeup artist. She reached into her pocket and handed him a card, saying, "Here you go, thanks for your help. Here is your reward. The password is 000000."

Without hesitation, the artist accepted the card and put it in his chest pocket. He looked at Vicky and nodded with a smile, saying, "I've already retired. If it wasn't you who had contacted me, I wouldn't have done this favor."

"I know. That's why I really appreciate it a lot. If you need any help in the future, just let me know." Vicky paused for a second and continued, "Oh, and please don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

The artist nodded his head in agreement, answering Vicky's sweet smile. He had no idea who the two men were, but since they were so mysterious, he was certain they weren't just commoners.

He had been engaged in the

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business for many years, making him aware of the most important rule. He knew that the more he knew, the sooner he would die, so it would be wiser for him not to ask anything more than what he had been told.

Seeing that his work was done, the makeup artist said goodbye to Vicky and left immediately.

Charles didn't say a word the entire time, focusing his eyes on the fake Ferry and Rob instead.

If they wanted to be the real Ferry and Rob, they had to change completely, not just their appearance. These words rang in his ears.

Both men felt so nervous under Charles' stare. They knew that he had been studying them the moment they stepped out wearing their new faces. Their bodies sweated a lot, and yet they didn't dare to move.

Vicky took a glance at Charles, before turning to the two men, who were both numb. "What should we do next, Charles?" Vicky asked.

Charles stood up but never said a word. All of a sudden, the two men felt the shadow of Charles' tall figure looking down on them, and it was intimidating.

The men held their breaths while waiting for Charles to speak. "You, go with her," Charles ordered as he pointed at "Rob".