Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 1229

Peter couldn’t help smiling faintly.

Victor did not hate Conrad as much as rumored.

Even the master’s messages had their moments of failure.

“Such as suddenly not being able to hear people talking, or suddenly everything going dark and you can’t see, or maybe even not being able to speak.” Peter calmly described. All of these were possibilities.

His gaze fell on Conrad’s injured leg. “Also, your leg might be in more pain.”

Victor’s face darkened. “Are you trying to mess with me?”

“Didn’t you bring me here for this?” Peter ridiculed. “If you don’t trust me, why did you bring me here?”

Victor asked, “Is there no way to help him recover his memories without any discomfort?”

Peter replied, “If it was just beginning, I would have. But after five years, with other drugs still present in his body, I can’t guarantee that.”

“Alright, give me the drug,” Conrad demanded, giving Victor a hostile look. “Stop talking so much.”

Victor chuckled and took a sip of his drink. “I hope that when you remember everything, you’ll still be as cocky as you are now.”

After all, five years ago, he was a person without his wife and without the ability to survive!

He wondered what his feelings would be like when he remembered everything.

Peter said, “I didn’t bring the drug with me. Contact my sister when you get back and have her pick it up

“Okay.” Conrad stood up. “You can leave now.”

Peter and Victor exchanged glances and instinctively got up.

Conrad said, “I can’t walk well, so you two can help me shut the door after yourselves.”

He glanced at the glass in Victor’s hand subconsciously. “You’ve been drinking, and it’s not convenient to drive. Let Mr. Hall here give you a ride.”

“Why should I give him a ride?” Peter was not pleased.

“Because I’m paying you,” Conrad said coldly. “I’ll give you a sum of money when I recover my memory.- and make you a promise.”

Peter’s eyes lit up. Victor was right!

“Can you promise me anything?”

Conrad replied, “Yes.”

“Let’s go then. T’-drop you off, Mr. Maxwell!” Peter’s mood was much better.

He longed for his freedom.

When Conrad regained his memory, he would definitely be at odds with his master.

This time, he was betting on Conrad.

Master never showed his face. He was ruthless, and following him meant a lifetime of abnormal days! He also had to be worried all the time.

Peter sent Victor home, and on the way back, he deliberately pretended to slip and hit the roadside guardrail.

He took out another phone from the glove compartment and made a call.

After the call was answered, he sounded anxious. “Master, Conrad is starting to suspect his mother. I don’t know how he found out that I was developing the drug, and he brought me over.

“After losing his memory, he’s even more ruthless toward outsiders. I’m worried he might threaten my family.

“Master, should I give him a fake medicine?”

“Do you want to poison him to death?” Laughter came from the other end.

“You’ve lived too peacefully these five years. You’ve lost all your courage.”

Peter replied, “Master, what do you mean?”

“If he wants to recover his memory, help him. It’ll make the game more interesting when he does.” Lucifer chuckled softly, as if he had thought of something good.

Peter asked carefully, “Then, where is Fia now?”

“You don’t have to worry about this. Properly research the drug and let him take it.” After he finished speaking, Lucifer hung up.

The phone hung up and Peter’s expression became stiff. He started driving again numbly.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Peter?” Sally heard a horn and thought that her brother was back later than usual, so she came running

out to take a look.

The moment she saw him, she was shocked.