Chapter 294

“Miss? Miss?! Ray!”

Amber anxiously sat in the Porsche, waiting until the Audi A8 pulled up behind them. She then flung open the

door and scooped up the girl who was a stranger to her, her heart skipping a beat as she noticed the girl's

bruised forehead.

She was hurt, and it looked bad.

Thankfully, the car had stopped, but the tire’s bounce did its damage. The girl’s forehead slammed into the rubber before

rebounding onto the pavement, leaving her skin mottled with shades of purple and blue.

Oddly enough, in the sweltering heat, the girl was bundled up as if she feared the sun’s kiss, her face half-

hidden behind pricey sunglasses.

“She’s just a regular person.”

Ray was at their side in a flash, having dashed from the Audi A8. He checked the girl’s pulse and sighed in

relief. “Don’t worry, Miss Chesire. She’s not a bad guy.”

With a thoughtful hum, Amber rifled through the girl’s coat pocket and pulled out a dead cell phone and an ID

card.

22-year-old Wanda Briers.

The name rang a bell.

After a brief pause, Amber slipped the phone and ID back into Wanda’s pocket, gently pressed against the

bruise on her forehead, and whispered, “Miss Briers, time to wake up.”

It took a couple of minutes, but Wanda’s body shivered, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Miss Chesire.”

Ray crouched and offered her a bottle of water, his voice low and urgent. “Miss Briers is weak, and that bump

on her head isn’t good. We should get her to a hospital, now. I’m on it.”

He was already motioning to his people to make it happen.

“It's not appropriate with just men around,” Amber said with a hint of concern.

She glanced at the grand Baltimore Mansion before assisting Wanda into the car. With a reassuring smile, she said, “Miss Briers,

I'm taking you to the hospital now. You have my word that I’m one of the good guys.”

Amber slid into the passenger seat. Ignoring Wanda’s silent panic, she shook her head as if to dismiss her own worries and sped

off toward Ol’ Mare Central Woolpackton Hospital.

“Miss Chesire, I...” Ray’s voice trailed off as he watched the Porsche disappear into the distance. He quickly jumped into an Audi

A8 parked nearby and made an urgent call to the director of Central Woolpackton

Hospital.

“Mister Kramer, get ready. Miss Chesire is on her way!”

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At Central Woolpackton Hospital, the roads were eerily silent. Every vehicle that had been parked along the curbs was then

gone, leaving a clear path from the main entrance to the emergency department's doors.

“So many people!” Wanda gasped, peering through the Porsche’s window at the swarm of doctors gathered at

the emergency room’s entrance. Her heart skipped a beat, and her face lost all color.

The thought that raced through her mind was simple: ‘This is it.’

As Zabaleta’s starlet, she was used to a certain level of attention, especially when an on-set injury led to a

hospital visit. However, this time was different. She had fled Zabaleta for Ol’ Mare in secret without any notice

to the hospital.

In the heart of Ol’ Mare, far from the shadow of Zabaleta, a mystery unfolded.

“Could this be?” The thought shot through as the sleek Porsche purred to a stop.

Was the driver, Miss Chesire, a secret scion of the illustrious Zabaleta Ledger family? Did she cloak her true

self behind a veil of anonymity?

Or perhaps, the woman bearing the name Chesire was Ledger blood through and through?

“Miss Chesire,” she gasped, clawing her way upright and clutching the steering wheel. Her eyes brimmed with

desperation as she implored Amber, “Please, I don’t need a doctor. It’s nothing serious. Just let me be, I'll

vanish from Ol’ Mare this instant. I yearn for the simplicity of an ordinary life!”

However, her plea was lost in the wind. The Porsche had reached the hospital’s embrace.

Amber, taken aback for a heartbeat, looked concerned. “At ease, Miss Briers. When you collapsed, you struck my car’s tire. I

vow to see this through to the end.”

Wanda’s lips parted to protest, but time was a thief.

At the emergency entrance, the hospital's chief, Mister Kramer, with his retinue of specialists and department chiefs, had been

waiting. They converged on the Porsche as it skidded to a halt, oblivious to Wanda’s

presence.

All hands were on deck, voices melding into one.

“Bring the stretcher, now! Rush Miss Chesire to the ER and fire up the machines. She needs a full workup!”

“And what of the lady trailing behind?”

“Focus on Miss Chesire. Give her medical attention first!”