A tiny, almost imperceptible dot of blood appeared between Simon's brows. His eyes glazed over, his crazed, venomous grin freezing on his face.

Then, his lifeless body collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, stiff as a board. His eyes remained wide open, unblinking in death.

Andrew's silver needle had shot straight through his skull. The onlookers gasped, cold dread washing over them.

Andrew had taken a life in mere moments, with almost no effort at all. It was a shocking contrast to his usual mild-mannered and courteous image.

Lauren, her voice thick with worry, cried out, "Dr. Lloyd, are you okay? Forget about us—just take care of yourself first!"

Andrew turned back with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I can ignore anyone else, but you? Never."

Lauren's heart clenched at his words, emotion surging through her. Even in a life-or-death moment, Andrew had never considered abandoning her. For that alone, she was willing to entrust her body to him, to be with him for a lif