Chapter 865:
Furious, Harlee gripped the steering wheel tightly, her attention riveted on the road ahead.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed with an unknown number. She stole a quick glance at the screen, hesitated for a heartbeat, and then declined the call without a second thought.
Dealing with unfamiliar voices was something she always avoided.
Besides, either her allies or adversaries had her number, and she had no interest in speaking to her adversaries.
Whoever was trying to reach Harlee refused to give up, persistently dialing again and again. When blocked, they resorted to different numbers.
Irritated, Harlee pulled over, hit the accept button, and brought the phone to her ear.
A hushed, hurried voice spilled out from the speaker, sounding deliberately restrained.
âMiss Sanderson, thereâs news you need to hear.
Haleâs crew is targeting the Green familyâ¦â
Before the sentence could end, Harlee cut the line. It wasnât a matter of disbelief. On the contrary, she was confident such a claim was true.
But time wasnât a luxury she could afford to squander.
Restarting the vehicle, Harlee floored the accelerator, the speedometer climbing swiftly past 180 km/h. If the call reached her, it only meant one thing. Jose and Belinda were already in peril.
Elsewhere, Belinda was at Bellflower Hospital, recovering after collapsing due to stress following Rhysâ incident. Under observation, she had been advised to stay there for a while. Jose, ever the considerate husband, remained by her side.
In the room, Jose was feeding Belinda when two unfamiliar doctors walked in.
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Belinda looked up after swallowing a spoonful.
âYou must be Dr. Welchâs interns. Starting rounds this early?â Dr. Welch had mentioned his interns during his rounds in the morning, which led Belinda to make the assumption. The two âinternsâ exchanged a glance, gave a slight nod, and stepped closer.
Jose set the bowl and spoon aside, his eyes briefly scanning the intern tags on their coats. Relieved, he said, âSince Dr. Welch sent you, feel free to proceed.â Jose stood up and stepped back to give them enough space.
Meanwhile, Harlee had arrived at the hospital entrance, parking hastily by the front door.
Before Harlee could exit her car, a guard approached, shaking his head.
âMaâam, you canât leave your car here.â
Without sparing him a glance, Harlee tossed the keys at him.
âThe car is yours now.â
Harlee strode inside, leaving the stunned guard staring after her.
The dumbfounded guard glanced at the luxury car, wondering if he had heard it correctly.
A second-hand Rolls-Royce Phantom could easily fetch a small fortune. The guard never expected to earn a million just by showing up for work.
He was almost too excited to stand. Too tempted to resist, he abandoned his shift and drove it home.
In a derelict factory on the cityâs outskirts, Kiaan was stationed in the bushes at the entrance, crouched in the shadows, his phone gripped tightly in one hand as he mulled over his next steps.
Suddenly, a man in dark attire approached him with a smirk.
âKiaan, itâs all set. Rhysâ parents have been drugged and should be sent here shortly. Once we have them, weâll record a video to demand cash and safe passage back to Uwhor.â
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