Chapter 664

June fed Tyson spirit herbs, then stepped aside. Tiffany approached, casually removing a row of silver needles from her bag and inserting them into Tyson's head.

Two or three minutes later, Tyson slowly opened his eyes. The fear in his eyes lingered, but his gaze was clear, a stark contrast to his near-death unfocused stare. His bodyguard reacted, rushing forward. "Mr. Evans, are you alright?"

Tyson pushed him away, forcing himself to stand. He bowed to Tiffany, exclaiming, "Thank you. Thank you for saving me…"

The terror of near-death is uniquely understood by those who experience it. Tyson felt lingering fear, yet immense gratitude. Had he not met Tiffany, his savior, he might have died before the ambulance arrived. He bowed sincerely again.

Tiffany subtly avoided his bow. "Get up," she said calmly.

Tyson, still weeping, finally rose, his arrogance replaced with respect. "Master, will my illness relapse? Or can you check for other ailments?" he asked. He hadn't forgotten her instantaneous diagnosis; his stroke had occurred precisely as she predicted. His earlier mockery was forgotten.

Tiffany glanced at him. "Your liver is failing. Quit drinking, or you'll be dead within three years."

"Yes, yes," Tyson replied, wiping his tears. Amazing! She knew just by looking! he thought, repeating, "Thank you, Master. I won't touch alcohol again!"

A business associate, jovial, teased, "Tyson, you're addicted! How will you live without alcohol? Don't believe her bragging!"

Tyson's face fell. He was an alcoholic. Before, anyone suggesting he quit would have faced his wrath. But life was more important than temporary pleasure.

"Didn't you hear the Master? If I don't quit, I'll die, and none of you can stop me," he retorted. After a pause, he added, "And I'll be angry with anyone who tries."

The others chuckled, shaking their heads. Just fooled by a little girl? Believing her without question? What fools! they thought. Someone scoffed.

Then, a man squeezed forward, staring at June. "Miss Spencer? Are you Miss Spencer from Miracle Healer?"

June turned. The plump man was a jewelry tycoon who'd repeatedly contacted Miracle Healer, only to be rejected. She nodded.

His voice trembling, he looked at Tiffany. "She handles Miracle Healer's affairs. Miss… you are… you are Miracle Healer?"

Miracle Healer's anonymity was legendary, though rumors described her as a delicate young girl. Tiffany fit the description perfectly.

The other businessmen were stunned, a mixture of shock and surprise on their faces.

"She's Miracle Healer? No way!"

"Maybe. Look how she saved Mr. Evans. And that pill before the needles? It looked like Miracle Healer's spirit herbs."

"I've seen Miracle Healer's butler several times. I knew it was her."

June managed Miracle Healer's external affairs; those seeking help contacted her first. Most only knew June.

The businessmen who'd mocked Tiffany were speechless. The girl we mocked is the legendary Miracle Healer? Immune to poisons, able to revive the dead? Can we take back our words? they thought. Their expressions changed.

Tiffany said nothing, walking toward the coal mine project. June followed respectfully.

Inside, Jeffrey instructed his workers, "Enter the mountain immediately! Complete it by the deadline! No delays! Understand?"

The workers grumbled. "Mr. Ruiz, a month isn't enough!"

"Then do it! Why am I paying you otherwise?" Jeffrey reveled in his control, eager to prove himself and make a fortune.

Chapter 664

He'd used Charlie's name to gather prominent businessmen. Everyone should be here, Jeffrey thought. Checking the time, he was about to leave to solidify relationships when he saw a young woman in a tight-fitting dress, followed by an elegant woman. Whose daughter is she? he wondered.

Smiling ingratiatingly, he approached. "Miss, which family are you from?"

Tiffany smiled faintly. "I came to congratulate you, Mr. Ruiz," she said softly.

"Oh? Congratulate me for what?"

Tiffany didn't mind his obvious question. "Congratulations on securing this lucrative project. You'll make a fortune, Mr. Ruiz!"

Jeffrey was secretly thrilled. Then Tiffany's tone shifted, filled with pity and mockery. "It's a pity you're about to die young, Mr. Ruiz."

Jeffrey was stunned, his face darkening. He was about to explode, but noticed the other businessmen, including Tyson, whom he'd been trying to impress.