Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1141

"…" Juniper's throat felt dry, her eyes stinging. Just as she was about to speak, the operating room doors swung open, and the lead doctor hurried out.

"Mr. Schwartz's situation is extremely complicated. Our equipment here is limited. We need to transfer him to the Schwartz Medical Center immediately."

Hearing this, Miranda swayed on her feet, nearly collapsing if Hayden hadn't caught her in time.

"Get it arranged. Transfer him now," Hayden ordered, his face a mask of grim determination.

Shortly after, Shanley was wheeled out. Tubes snaked across his body, an oxygen mask obscured his face, and his entire head was wrapped in bandages that seeped crimson. He lay completely motionless on the pristine white bed. If not for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor, one would easily assume he had already taken his last breath.

The corridor was a chaotic blur of doctors, nurses, bodyguards, and family.

"Mr. Schwartz, the road outside has been cleared," Flint said, running up to them, completely out of breath.

Hayden gave the doctor a curt nod and immediately helped wheel Shanley toward the parking garage.

"Juniper…" Miranda called out softly, noticing the girl standing frozen in place, looking as if her very soul had been drained. She gently nudged her. "Go with him. He'd definitely want you by his side right now."

Juniper finally snapped out of her daze. She slowly lifted her head and walked over to the hospital bed, her fingers lightly brushing against his brow.

*You stupid man. What kind of insane plan is this? You're actually playing with your life.*

"Let's go," Juniper said hoarsely, pulling her hand back. There were too many eyes watching; lingering would only blow their cover.

Two hours later, right in front of flashing cameras and hungry reporters, Shanley was transferred to the Schwartz Medical Center. Video clips of his critically injured, unconscious state went viral in minutes. The internet went wild with speculation—the general consensus being that the untouchable Shanley Schwartz was either going to die or end up permanently paralyzed.

Meanwhile, inside the Schwartz Medical Center, everything had been prepped to perfection. The staff was comprised entirely of loyal Schwartz employees. No spies. No reporters.

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