Chapter 407: How He Survived

Waverly suddenly burst into tears.

“What should I do? I can’t be this unlucky, can I? Is Caz really sick? If I happened to get infected, I’d be done for. No. I need to call and ask him.”

She went on to call several times, but no one answered.

It led her to assume that Casimir was avoiding her.

At that moment, Waverly was completely consumed by panic, collapsing into Harrier’s arms.

Immediately, Harriet rose to her feet and evaded her.

At that very moment, Harriet was even more frantic than she was.

Samuel’s face was incredibly solemn as he spoke. “If Casimir truly has AIDS, wouldn’t there be a change of guard in Sutherland Group?

Dad, we are currently reliant on Sutherland Group and are barely surviving the crisis. If Casimir were to fall…”

He couldn’t fathom the severe consequences Goodridge Group would have to suffer.

Alaric wore a serious expression as he said, “Can you not jump to conclusions? It could just be a rumor spread by netizens. Let’s wait until we have a clear understanding of the situation. That said, Wavy, you need to go to the hospital for a check-up right now.”

Meanwhile, Jeremiah and Raylee had returned to Royal Court.

Both of them were quite pleased with what they had accomplished that day.

The rumors about Casimir that were being spread around online were actually started by paid trolls hired by Jeremiah.

The goal was to manipulate public opinion, tarnishing Casimir’s reputation.

Even though the confusion could be easily cleared up with Casimir providing his medical records, the escalating situation would make things difficult even if Casimir clarified the rumors.

Jeremiah, who always enjoyed a good spectacle, didn’t mind spending money to stir up some drama.

As for Raylee, she was delighted to see it come to fruition.

At that moment, Jeremiah was thoroughly engrossed in reading the online gossip, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Weren’t you so eager to collaborate with me? Well, let’s collaborate in plotting your own downfall. You fool, did you really think I would invest? Don’t even dream of getting a single penny from me.”

As he spoke, he turned to look at Raylee, asking, “Do you mind me toying with your ex like he’s nothing but an insect?”

Kaylee was off to the side, gloomily staring at him.

How jealous must he be to utter such childish words? So, despite all those times he said he didn’t care, he was actually bothered by it.

As the saying went, men would always be boys at heart, and at that moment, Jeremiah, who was showing clear signs of jealousy, was a testament to that.

In response to his remark, Kaylee responded.

“I don’t mind. Do whatever you want with him. I’m all for it. My imprisonment years ago was inextricably linked to the Goodridge family and him. Settle your score now and have your revenge. I would even be happy if you killed him!”

Jeremiah wore a satisfied smile on his face.

“Alright then. I’ll go ahead and give him a hard time. Don’t worry, I won’t kill him. I’ll just make him wish he were dead.”

Listening to his insidious tone, Raylee couldn’t help but get goosebumps all over her body.

Before, she had no idea that Leonardo was actually Jeremiah.

He also presented himself as a gentleman, creating the image of a warm and caring man.

No matter how much she racked her brain, she never believed that Leonardo would do anything outrageous or immoral.

But now, the man standing before her was none other than Jeremiah.

He was ruthless and cunning, his methods brutal. As the overlord of the underworld in East Aploth, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him a de facto emperor.

Now that Casimir has played into his hands….

A shiver ran down Raylee’s spine as she pondered the possibilities. All she could do was mourn for her ex-boyfriend.

After Jeremiah had had enough of Casimir’s drama, Raylee sat beside him and began to interrogate him.

"Last night, in Old Mr. Lorimer’s ward, there were some questions I didn’t feel comfortable asking. Can I ask them now?” She patiently sought his permission.

Discovering his true identity was enough for her.

If there were things he didn’t want to discuss, she wouldn’t force him.

“Do you want to know why I didn’t die in Musmeynia?” Jeremiah took the initiative to explain, “The situation was perilous back then. After being shot thrice and jumping into the river, I too felt my chances of survival were slim. Little did I know, I was pretty tough. After being swept away by the current, I was discovered by a local allied militia. They initially wanted to pull me up to check if I had any money or jewelry they could plunder, or perhaps to see if I had any value they could exploit. Turns out, the leader of the allied militia was an old acquaintance of mine, someone whom I had once helped. He immediately took me back to their camp. After two surgeries performed by a doctor, he secretly sent me back to East Aploth. By a stroke of luck, I found myself back on my turf, and that was how I managed to survive against all odds.”

Listening to Jeremiah slowly recounting the past, Raylee was utterly moved.