Chapter 1657: Regarding Himself Far Too Highly

A flash of hesitation crossed Frieda's eyes. But remembering Roxanne's importance to their plan, she relented. "Okay, I'll ask him."

Jonathan added, "Don't contact him again! Anyone willing to help Aubree is clearly no good."

Frieda inwardly chafed, but outwardly agreed docilely. She turned and went upstairs. Returning to her room, she called the number Shawn had given her.

A voice answered promptly. "Why are you calling so late, Ms. Queen? Missing me?" Shawn's voice was suggestive.

Enthralled, Frieda fell silent for several seconds. Shawn chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "We have a telepathic connection."

Frieda was taken aback. "What?"

"I was thinking of you, and then you called. Telepathy!" Shawn teased.

Crimson stained Frieda's face. After a moment, she suppressed her shyness, feigning calmness. "I need your help."

Shawn's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was earnest. "Anything for you. I'll spare no effort." He easily manipulated naive girls like Frieda.

Frieda's heart fluttered. Her voice softened. "Roxanne's been poisoned, and no one can cure her. Do you know any skilled doctors?"

Shawn's expression froze. Lucian's lover… someone dared to attack her? "Who did it? What was the motive?" he asked icily.

Frieda, momentarily startled, recovered quickly. "Jack Damaris. I overheard my brother and Lucian; he wants to blackmail Lucian using Roxanne."

"Him? The joke's on him! He's just from a prestigious medical family. He clearly thinks too highly of himself! How dare he steal my prey!" Shawn snorted. Only I can rival the Farwells. Anyone interfering is challenging me!

His tone terrified Frieda. She saw a flash of the man who'd dealt with Aubree. Her attraction vanished, replaced by fear. She remained silent.

"I know a renowned doctor living in seclusion in the north. I'll send for him. Tell Lucian not to give in to Jack's demands!" Shawn declared. If the Farwell Group is affected, it'll be less fun when I move against Lucian.

Frieda softly acquiesced. Shawn, sensing her fear, softened his voice. "I'm only helping because of you. Otherwise, I wouldn't care if Roxanne lived or died."

Despite his earlier words, Frieda believed him, falling for him again. "If you get the doctor, will you come get me tomorrow?" Shawn coaxed, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Frieda's heart skipped a beat. "Yes. Just tell me the time."

Shawn chuckled, adding more honeyed words before hanging up.