His Genius Wife Is A Superstar-Chapter 1562 Blame Your Bad Luck

Ivy Lau shrugged. "Whatever."

The knowledge that her actions led to a person's death didn't bother her at all. In fact, she even looked impatient and annoyed that something so unimportant would be reported to her.

The man sitting in the front passenger seat gave her another look. "The boss is not pleased with your actions."

She pursed her lips, feeling irritated, but still made a sound in her throat. It was up to the a**hole how he interpreted it. Her lover would punish her either way anyway.

The truth was that she didn't understand why what she did in Paris was such a big deal. But according to her lover, she had left a big mess that he needed his people to clean up.

In her opinion, her lover just wanted a reason to murder people for his own enjoyment. She already knew him long enough to understand his twisted personality.

He was the devil himself.

She was just one of his pawns. She understood her role perfectly. Whatever he needed her for, she just needed to fulfill it. If he needed to use her to justify his sadistic murderous urges, then she had no choice but to comply.

Despite the faults in his personality, she actually found herself halfway in love with him.

She smirked.

Perhaps the saying was right—that birds of a feather flocked together.

"Just do what you need to do," she said in a bored tone.

The driver and the man sitting in the front passenger seat didn't respond. Their tasks were clear. They would serve this woman according to their boss' orders, but that didn't mean that they were her servants. Anything beyond their boss' orders, they wouldn't hesitate to refuse and would even embarrass her.

She was just one of the boss' playthings anyway. Someday, they would have to dispose of her corpse just like the other playthings that their boss had grown tired of. It was as simple as that.

Ivy didn't know that the two men in front of her were already thinking about her future—or lack thereof.

Even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

Her goals were clear.

She just needed to focus on achieving them no matter what. Even if her final fate was death—she didn't care as long as she got what she wanted in the end.

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Inside a hospital in Paris at night.

Visitor hours had already ended. In the ICU department, there were two police officers standing guard outside one of the rooms.

The medical staff had already been informed about the circumstances of that particular room's patient. They secretly gossiped among themselves, lamenting how unlucky the poor guy was to be attacked by lunatics while walking late at night in the streets. At the same time, they also felt scared about their own safety, especially the night-shift staff.

"I need to pee," one of the police officers said to his partner.

"Go ahead. I'll stay here."

When the police officer left to go to the men's room, his partner stood up and walked back and forth in front of the ICU room door to stretch his legs.

A nurse appeared and greeted him. She was a petite older woman with a kind smile and a lot of grey hair.

"Good evening, Officer. I'm here to check the patient's vitals."

The police officer checked her ID and waved her in. The nurse looked like a veteran. The hospital must be prioritizing this particular patient. They sent their best medical staff to treat him. The police still needed the patient to wake up and provide his statement about what happened to him.

At the same time, the police officers shook his head. These veteran nurses couldn't catch a break. They were already so old and close to retirement yet still needed to work night-shift. How tough!

Well, being a police officer wasn't easy either.

While the police officer was absorbed in his own thoughts, the nurse closed the door to the ICU. Her smiling expression remained on her face, as she checked the patient's vitals.

She made a show to check the attending doctor's written order, then took a vial from the medicine tray. She opened a new syringe, stabbed the vial, and drew out the liquid. Then she injected the liquid into the patient's IV line.

After taking some notes and doing a final check, she left the room with the medicine tray.

"Have a good night, Officer," she said.

The police officers waved at her, appreciating her kindness. Later, his partner returned from the men's room.

"You took so long to pee?" he asked.

His partner gave a sheepish smile and rubbed his stomach. "I had to do number two. Must be the sandwich I ate earlier."

"I warned you not to order the salmon sandwich. It's not in season."

"Tsk. It's the bistro's special, half-price. Can't say no to half-price."

The police officer shook his head at his partner's stinginess. They chatted about the patient's case.

Then another nurse arrived. She was a middle-aged woman, heavier in weight, and looked quite strict.

"Good evening, Officers," she greeted in a perfunctory tone. "I'm here to check the patient's vitals."

"Let me check your ID first," the police officer who just came from the men's room said.

"Hold it!" The other police officer raised a hand to stop him. "There was a nurse who already went inside and left just now. How often do you guys check the vitals here?"

The nurse frowned, looking confused and impatient at the same time. "Hospital management knows that this patient is involved in a criminal case, so they want to limit the number of staff who can access his room. I'm the only nurse in charge of this patient tonight. What do you mean that there was a nurse who already went inside?"

Both of the police officers turned pale.

"Hurry, check the patient!"

"Open the door!"

The nurse blocked them. "I'm sorry, Officers. But this is the ICU, please wear the appropriate personal protective equipment first!"

"We can't waste any time! The patient might be in danger—"

An alarm sounded in the room.

The nurse abandoned the police officers and directly went inside the room. Soon after, a doctor and a few other nurses arrived and rushed inside.

Unfortunately for the police officers, they still weren't allowed to enter. They hurriedly put on all the PPEs, wasting a lot of time in the process. Even then, they had to remain standing outside to avoid getting in the way of the medical staff trying to save the patient's life.

While the ICU department was in chaos trying to pull a patient from the brink of death, the petite veteran nurse whom the police officer allowed to enter the room earlier had now exited the hospital. She had changed from a nurse's uniform into one worn by the housekeeping staff.

An old minivan picked her up. She climbed into front passenger seat.

"Done?" the driver asked in Spanish.

"Done," she answered before removing the grey-haired wig from her head.

"Let's dispose of the trash quickly," a man said from the back passenger seat. "Paris is swarming with cops these days. I'm about to break into hives." frёewebηovel.cѳm

The woman glanced at him but didn't reply. She wasn't an older woman close to retirement at all but a younger woman in her early thirties instead. The drastic change in her appearance was thanks to the power of makeup and lifelike prosthetics.

They avoided all the police checkpoints and exited the city. They drove for a couple more hours before reaching a small, rural town. Everyone was asleep. They didn't enter the town but stopped nearby where a small river ran.

All they could see were endless fields, trees, and shrubbery. The three people—two men and one woman—climbed out of the van and opened the rear hatch door.

Curled inside was the real veteran nurse whom the younger woman impersonated at the hospital. The two men dragged the older woman out of the minivan.

"Ugh." The real nurse groaned and was awakened by the impact of her body falling to the ground.

She was still dazed but soon came to her senses upon realizing the great danger that she was in. Her mouth was duct-taped. Only faint gurgles could be heard from her. She struggled against the ropes tying her hands and feet behind her, curling her into an unnatural reverse shrimp-shaped position.

When she saw the younger woman who resembled her face thanks to makeup and prosthetics, her fear intensified. She shouted and struggled but to no avail.

The younger woman squatted beside the terrified veteran nurse and caressed her sweat-soaked grey hair.

"Sorry about this," she said in accented French. "It's nothing personal. We're just following orders. You can only blame your bad luck."

Then she stood up and gave the veteran nurse a final look before walking away and returning inside the minivan. She sat in the front passenger seat and worked on removing her makeup and prosthetics from her face.

Little by little, her real face was revealed. It was an utterly average and forgettable face, perfect for someone like her whose expertise is in disguise and impersonating other people.

Later, the two men returned.

"Done?" It was her turn to ask this time.

"Done," both of them answered.

"Let's go. We need to leave France as soon as possible."

They moved like ghosts, dodging law enforcement along the way. They were experts in what they did.

A few hours later, when the sun rose in the sky, a farmer went to his fields to check his crops. He walked by the riverside to wash his boots but then saw something floating on the water stuck to a big rock.

When he came closer and saw what it was, he screamed.