Chapter 7 Don't Touch Me!

A tall young guy with a polished vibe stood at the door; it was Nicholas's assistant. With a slight grin, he adjusted his glasses and strolled over to Sophia, clearly having been briefed by Warren beforehand.

"Mrs. Sophia Martinez, I'm Mr. Nicholas Martinez's assistant, Jace Harris."

"Follow me," Sophia said. They walked out together, and Sophia paused at the door, noticing no one was around.

"Mrs. Martinez, what can I do for you?" Jace asked.

Sophia picked up her phone and looked at Jace's Facebook profile on the screen. "Jace, I'll send you a location later. I need you to go to this bank's safe deposit box and grab something for me ASAP."

'Is this related to the treatment?' Jace wondered but, sticking to his professional principles, he immediately set off.

Half an hour later, Jace rushed into Nicholas's bedroom, carrying a large black box. He placed the box on the table, and Sophia opened it. Inside were a bunch of silver needles of different lengths and thicknesses.

Sophia picked up a silver needle, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. These silver needles were custom-made by her, one of a kind.

Jace stood next to Nicholas, waiting for Sophia's instructions.

"Unbutton his shirt," Sophia ordered.

With the shirt unbuttoned, Nicholas's body was exposed to Sophia's view. Her technique was super skilled, quickly and accurately inserting the silver needles into Nicholas's hand, causing his fingers to tremble violently. The tips of the silver needles shimmered, emitting a silver glow.

Jace raised an eyebrow, "Mrs. Martinez, these silver needles are something else! I heard that the famous healer Zoey Scott has a set of silver needles worth millions. Are yours the same?"

Sophia's eyes turned cold, and her hand paused for a moment. "Is that so?" she replied, her tone indifferent.

Jace smiled, seeing that Sophia wasn't interested, and said no more.

Footsteps sounded at the door, and Sophia's gaze shot over. Her cold and sharp eyes made Lorenzo pause. He walked in and looked at the densely packed needles on Nicholas. "How's the treatment going?"

Lorenzo reached out to touch the trembling needles, but Sophia grabbed his wrist and said coldly, "Don't touch!"

The warning was stern, and Lorenzo awkwardly stepped back, putting on airs. "Sophia, isn't this treatment useless? So many people have treated Nicholas before, but he hasn't improved."

Sophia frowned slightly, the annoyance clear in her eyes. "Treatment is a step-by-step process, not something that happens overnight. If you have nothing else, please leave! I have other things to do."

Being dismissed by Sophia, Lorenzo's face darkened, and he left in a huff.

Time flew by and the first session of the treatment was done. Sophia removed the needles one by one, placing them back in the box, and closed it.

The small study was adjacent to the bedroom. Sophia opened the computer and looked at the locked password, raising an eyebrow.

With a few keystrokes, the password was cracked. The screen displayed numerous lines of code, and soon, information about Lorenzo and Nicholas appeared. Everything that had left a trace on the internet was displayed.

Sophia stared at the screen, rubbing her chin. As she suspected, Lorenzo was bad news—cunning and ruthless, with a lot of blood on his hands.

She scrolled through Nicholas's info, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

Even lying down, Nicholas had this fierce vibe, not exactly looking like a saint. Yet, he carried himself with integrity, despite the barrage of harsh online posts.

The page updated, showing info about both men. Sophia looked back and forth, still rubbing her chin.

A person with integrity and credibility was easier to handle and would follow rules in cooperation. As for the other one, who knew if he would turn against her?

She closed the computer, cleared the traces, and stared at Nicholas's closed eyes. "Don't worry, I will wake you up. I hope we can work well together then!"

Sophia sighed deeply as she began massaging Nicholas’s wrists, her mind racing over the vast web of complications she was entangled in. Before she knew it, noon had arrived, heralded by a knock at the door announcing that lunch was ready.

Sophia joined the others at the large, crowded dining table, her eyes immediately catching Barry’s eager face. His eyes lit up as he waved enthusiastically, calling out, "Sit here! Sit with me!"

Noticing the empty seat next to Barry, Sophia obliged, pulling out the chair and sitting down. Barry's excitement was palpable as he pushed their chairs together, sitting exceedingly close to her. His arm pressed against Sophia's, his wide eyes filled with enthusiasm.

"Is this okay?" he asked, seeking approval.

Sophia couldn't help but feel a twinge of helplessness but nodded with a small, resigned smile. "Yes, Barry, it's fine."

Barry's face showed a hidden smile. He picked up a large shrimp with his utensils and placed it in Sophia's bowl, looking at her expectantly. "This is my favorite. You should try it!"

Diana's face immediately turned sour, slamming her utensils down. Since Barry was brought home, he had been cold to everyone except Nicholas, barely speaking a word, never showing affection. Why did Barry change his behavior for Sophia, sticking to her and even giving her food? Could it be that Sophia used some trick to win Barry over?

"Sophia!" Lorenzo glanced at the two. "We understand you want to secure your position in the family. But deceiving Barry to get close to you is wrong!"

Lorenzo stood up, walking over to take Barry away. "Come, Barry, let's eat together over there."

Sophia didn't mind, but she was worried about Barry. Barry might have psychological issues, and Lorenzo's sudden action could cause trouble!

Before Barry could respond, Lorenzo's face turned cold. Ignoring Barry's resistance, he grabbed him tightly, pulling him away.

Barry's eyes filled with panic as Lorenzo held his arms in a vice-like grip. He frowned, his unease quickly escalating into visible distress. He struggled fiercely, kicking at Lorenzo and trying to break free, his face turned red with anxiety.

Lorenzo held him tighter, smiling. "Come on, Barry! I'll take you over there! There's your favorite shrimp!"

Barry struggled all the way, unable to break free, and started screaming. The piercing sound echoed through the house. He went wild, hitting and pulling Lorenzo's hair, shouting in despair. "Get away! Get away! Don't touch me!"