Chapter 602

Chapter 602:

Noah stood and walked briskly out of the police station toward a black car parked at the roadside.

As the car door opened and he got in, Noah saw a young waitress sitting in the back seat, bound and sweating profusely.

Seeing Noah, she kept her head down.

“What’s going on here?” Noah asked, his gaze fixed on the ropes binding her.

“Mr. Wall, she attempted to flee earlier,” Samuel explained.

Noah’s cold stare remained on the trembling waitress.

“Why did you try to run?”

The waitress shivered.

Though she was unaware of the identity of the imposing man before her, she sensed it was better not to provoke him.

“I just reported what I saw. I don’t know anything else. Please, let me go!” she stammered, her teeth chattering.

“Take her out.”

Seeing the waitress’s refusal to cooperate, Noah signaled to the two bodyguards beside him.

Without hesitation, they carried the waitress out of the car.

“Have someone keep an eye on her around the clock,” Noah instructed, casting a meaningful glance at Samuel.

“Yes, Mr. Wall,” Samuel responded with respect.

Just then, he remembered something important.

“Mr. Wall, the team of neurology specialists from abroad has arrived at the hospital. They’ve begun consulting on Amy’s case.”

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Noah nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Though the waitress had been removed from the car, fear still gripped her.

As her anxiety mounted, her fingers trembled, and she pulled out her phone to dial Vivi’s number.

The phone rang endlessly without an answer.

What was going on? Why wasn’t Vivi picking up? Had something happened to her as well?

With her heart racing, the waitress rushed to the curb and flagged down a taxi.

“Take me to the Quinn family’s villa. Hurry, please,” she said.

The taxi accelerated into the night.

Unbeknownst to her, a nondescript black car silently followed at a distance.

Meanwhile, at the Quinn family’s villa, Vivi jolted awake.

In the darkness, she saw a man lying next to her—completely naked.

Anson? How could this be?

A chill coursed through her. She rubbed her eyes frantically, hoping she was mistaken.

“Why are you in my bed?”

Anson stirred, his eyes opening slowly, his expression bewildered as if still piecing together the situation.

Then Vivi noticed marks on her skin. She gasped, panic overtaking her.

“Get out! Now!”

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