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Isabella’s instincts flared with distrust at the proximity, but Ailyn was already pressing the cloth to her forehead. The operating room’s harsh antiseptic scent typically overwhelmed most surgeons’ senses, yet Isabella’s trained nose caught an alarming chemical odor. A predatory smile played across Ailyn’s features as she watched her plan unfold.
“You…”
The accusation died on Isabella’s lips as consciousness slipped away.
The corridor was lined with Ailyn’s operatives. She carelessly tossed the drugged towel to Nathan, studying her collapsed target with satisfaction.
“I knew you’d refuse the water, hence the triple dose in the towel, though that telltale scent nearly gave us away.” She directed one of her men, “Move her to containment. No access without my authorization.”
After Isabella was taken away, Ailyn turned to Nathan. “Eliminate all evidence. I’m off to my uncle. This will make quite the gift when my father regains consciousness.”
“Understood.”
Mafelen’s capital pulsed with electric life as night descended, neon signs painting the streets in brilliant hues while endless streams of headlights carved luminous trails through the darkness. Andrew’s assistant emerged from the hotel clutching a freshly signed document.
“Mr. Klein, shall I take you back to the hotel now?” the assistant asked.
Andrew stood motionless on the steps, his black suit a shadow against the hotel’s bright facade. His eyes were fixed on his phone’s screen—the partnership sealed, surgery complete, yet Isabella’s silence spoke volumes. Another failed call attempt. His expression darkened.
“Tell them, we’re going to the Vettel family’s manor.”
“Alright, Mr. Klein.”
The assistant swiftly brought the car around. Andrew sank into the backseat, eyes closed from the evening’s drinks, but his fingers remained coiled around his phone, mind razor-sharp despite his apparent repose.
Catching Andrew’s reflection in the rearview mirror, the assistant attempted to thaw the glacial atmosphere. “Mr. Klein, Miss Patton is likely caught up in social obligations. No need for concern.”
Andrew’s silence hung heavy in the air, turning the car’s atmosphere arctic.
The assistant swallowed his tension, flooring the accelerator and speeding toward the Vettel family’s manor as silence thickened around them. Traffic thinned along with city lights, and a glance in the rearview mirror sent ice through his veins.
“Mr. Klein, it seems like we’re being followed,” the assistant said in a panic.
Andrew’s eyes snapped open, razor-sharp as they tracked the approaching obsidian vehicles. “Left,” he commanded.
The assistant yanked the wheel at Andrew’s command, their car diving into a side street, leaving their pursuers momentarily disoriented in their wake.
“Keep driving.” During this risky moment, Andrew projected outward calm, yet his vice-like grip on the phone betrayed his inner tension.
While they navigated these immediate dangers, his thoughts raced to Isabella’s unknown fate.
The vehicle hurtled forward at dangerous speeds, making driver exchanges impossible. Fortunately, the narrow streets kept their pursuers at bay. The assistant exhaled with relief, but Andrew remained battle-ready.
As they prepared to exit the road, Andrew issued a firm command. “Head to the construction site. We’ll disembark there.”
Despite being new to working directly with Andrew, the assistant recalled his briefing’s cardinal rule: Andrew’s judgment was absolute. Even as Andrew’s current directive seemed perilous, their pursuers posed a far greater threat.
The assistant maintained their dangerous pace. As they crashed into the construction zone, he clenched his eyes shut, praying the luxury vehicle’s safety features would shield them from harm.
The black cars had materialized like shadows—Mafelen wasn’t as secure as Lorpond. Fortunately, the assistant had arranged security details for Andrew’s operations today.
When their vehicle breached the construction area, their backup teams, having evaded their own pursuers, quickly converged on Andrew’s location. “Mr. Klein, are you okay?”
The assistant shook off his disorientation. Even with all safety measures in place, the impact, crash, and shower of broken glass had left him disheveled. “I’m fine.”
Andrew got out of the car and saw the bodyguards rushing over.
“Give me your gun and take him to the hospital,” he said to one of the bodyguards, pointing at the assistant. The assistant, still conscious, was deeply moved when he heard Andrew’s words. But he held onto the deformed car frame, refusing to leave.
“Mr. Klein, those people want to kill you. I can’t leave.” The assistant wanted to stay with Andrew, intending to protect him from the enemies. However, Andrew cut him off directly.
“Go to the hospital and have your injuries checked. I’ve already contacted the police. The others and I will hold off until they arrive. You will not be of much use here.” Andrew spoke very fast, not giving the assistant any time to delay. Then, he coldly led the bodyguards to disperse into the nearby construction site.
The remaining bodyguard took the assistant away.
Under the cover of night, the men in black had to split up to search for Andrew around the construction site. There were more than a dozen of them dispatched, thinking it would be very easy to capture him.
However, after they were disarmed and their limbs were broken by Andrew one by one, they realized how formidable he was.
At this moment, police sirens rang out on the streets outside. As soon as the police cars stopped outside the construction site, Andrew walked towards the police and showed his identity.
Standing in front of the police, Andrew, a handsome man who was quite influential in the world, had a messy suit from the fight, and his black hair hung over his forehead in disarray. However, this made him look even more imposing.
“Mr. Klein, we’re glad you are okay.”
The leader of the police officers seemed uneasy. Andrew hadn’t contacted them directly. Instead, he went straight to their superior, who personally issued an order, emphasizing Andrew’s importance. Therefore, they rushed to this place, not daring to delay a single second. Andrew signaled his bodyguards to hand over the men in black to the police. Then, he said to them, “Officers, please give me a lift. I need to go to the Vettel family’s manor.”
The police immediately agreed. “Of course, Mr. Klein. We’ll ensure these men are taken into custody and accompany you to the Vettel family’s manor. Please get in the car.”
At that moment, the entire Vettel family’s manor was on high alert due to Ailyn’s orders.
Jared had been negotiating with his so-called business partner all day. It was almost dark, but he hadn’t heard a word from Isabella yet.
What kind of surgery could take so long?
Jared always trusted Isabella’s abilities. Since she hadn’t contacted him, something must have gone wrong. The worst seemed to have happened. But when he thought about everything Isabella had arranged, he couldn’t help but admire her foresight. The Vettel family would soon regret provoking her.
He stood up and patted his business partner on the shoulder.
“Indeed, your manor deserves to be ranked among the world’s grandest. I’ve enjoyed chatting with you today. Will it be possible for you to show me around?”
Such a request was only normal and reasonable, so Jared’s business partner quickly agreed.
Soon, they walked among the various castles, with Jared’s business partner giving him a tour. But when he looked back again, he was surprised to find that Jared was no longer there.
“Damn! Mr. Cooper must have failed to keep pace with me and got lost,” the business partner muttered to himself. He hurriedly walked back to search for Jared.
Jared had been hiding in the dark garden. As soon as his business partner left, he emerged and ran toward the castle Isabella had mentioned.
When he reached the castle, he stopped a maid at random.
The maid was Ailyn’s trusted confidante and was very tight-lipped. But for Jared, a member of the Qiviut Organization skilled in interrogation, getting her to reveal Isabella’s situation was easy.
After learning that Isabella was imprisoned, Jared knocked the maid unconscious. He quickly checked the castle’s layout and decided to climb the wall to get in.
But as he was about to jump through a window, a young woman’s head popped out from inside, holding Isabella’s medical kit.
“Hey, girl! What are you doing sneaking around with that medical kit?”
The young woman was so startled by Jared’s sudden appearance that she was about to scream. But before she could, Jared braced himself on the windowsill, flipped inside, and quickly covered her mouth.
Jared’s swift movement startled Albertine. Her wide eyes were filled with terror as he pressed a gloved hand gently but firmly over her mouth. She kept shaking her head, still holding Isabella’s medical kit tightly.
Last night, Albertine had wanted to go out to find Isabella. But on her way downstairs, she ran into her father, who had heard that Alan had offended someone and had been taken away. He did not relent in punishing her and took her to the room where she was always locked when she made a mistake.
In the afternoon, she was starving, but no one had brought her food.
Since Albertine was often sent to this room for punishment, the place was no stranger to her. She already knew how to escape it.
But after escaping the room, she saw Isabella locked inside the next room through its locked skylight. Isabella, lying on the floor, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Albertine.
Desperation tinged Albertine’s voice as she warned Isabella about her father and Ailyn’s sinister plans. Yet Isabella merely asked her to hide her medical kit. A promise was a promise, and she intended to honor it.
In a burst of panic, Albertine wrenched her hand from Jared’s grip and sank her teeth into his flesh. Though the bite forced him to release her, Jared’s reflexes were quick. The medical kit was back in his possession before she could blink.
“Give it back to me!” Albertine hissed, keeping her voice low as she lunged for the kit.
Jared clutched the medical kit to his chest, studying her with growing suspicion. Something about her desperate behavior didn’t add up.