Chapter 1848: The Perfect Match

Lucian and Jonathan discussed business over coffee at the mansion. The investigation into the accident's cause had yielded no further progress. Jonathan, upon learning his sister worked for Shawn, wanted to recall her for questioning, but Lucian dissuaded him.

“Shawn asked Old Mr. Lomax for help. While Roxanne synthesized the antidote, Old Mr. Lomax's assistance was crucial. I believe Shawn wouldn't resort to such tactics. We can confidently eliminate his involvement.”

Jonathan agreed; the logic was sound. The Crawfords, a prestigious northern family with extensive holdings and influence, would be discreet if acting unscrupulously.

“Have you been taking your medicine regularly?” Lucian asked abruptly.

Jonathan nodded. “I've been taking Roxanne's traditional medicine as prescribed. Dr. Xander scheduled a follow-up for the end of the month.”

“That's good. Madilyn is very concerned about your condition,” Lucian subtly hinted, hoping Jonathan would understand.

To Lucian's surprise, Jonathan seemed embarrassed. “Yes, Dr. Xander is kind and genuinely caring.”

Lucian narrowed his eyes. Something seemed amiss. Had something happened after their last orphanage visit? He hesitated to inquire, maintaining the serious demeanor Jonathan always exhibited around him.

Noticing Lucian's unusual gaze, Jonathan asked, “What's wrong, Lucian?”

“Nothing! Keep an eye on Shawn. He lost this time, and he won't accept defeat passively.”

Jonathan nodded, secretly admiring Lucian's acumen. Shawn was secretive, yet Lucian had anticipated his intentions and countered effectively.

They conversed briefly before Jonathan departed for an appointment. Lucian's expression darkened. He contacted Cayden and implemented several security upgrades: the research institute's security system was enhanced, additional bodyguards were assigned to the institute, hospital, and office, and Roxanne's vehicle would undergo daily inspections.

Jonathan arrived at the restaurant at noon. Coralie greeted him enthusiastically, her charm evident to other diners. He recognized her as the woman who had collided with him the other night.

“Hello, Miss. There's no need for such extravagance. My car wasn't severely damaged,” Jonathan said, approaching the table without immediately sitting.

Coralie smiled brightly. “Consider it a meal with me, Mr. Queen. It won't take much of your time, will it?”

“Very well,” Jonathan replied, sitting down.

Coralie, having learned Jonathan's preferences from Frieda, had ordered his favorite dishes, surprising him. As they ate, Coralie felt a connection forming, carefully concealing her identity and her reliance on Frieda's information. She aimed to create the impression of a perfect match.