Chapter 363: 363: Into the Tiger’s Mouth_1

“Madam, have you been threatened by someone?”

At the first-floor reception desk, Cosmo asked with extreme vigilance.

Officially, her role at the Radcliffe Group was as the reception manager, responsible for logging in visitors’ information and notifying the office of reception matters.

But in reality, guarding the entrance to the Radcliffe Group premises meant that many dangerous individuals were unable to get in.

As for the floor where Quella Radcliffe was located, unless one could enter by breaking through a window via helicopter, the majority of Shadow Warriors would not be able to infiltrate it.

If such a Shadow Warrior really did charge in, then Cosmo would not be able to stop them.

Quella Radcliffe’s sudden hard stance today inevitably led Cosmo to suspect that she had encountered danger.

Through their brief interactions, the two of them had become as close as sisters, although Cosmo verbally addressed her as Madam, more often they referred to each other as sisters.

This kind of sternness was unprecedented.

“I am sorry, I might have been a bit emotional,” Quella Radcliffe said with a sigh of slight guilt, “The company is facing so many issues right now, and it’s all bad news wherever I turn, making my mood pretty terrible. Don’t take it to heart.”

Thinking of her Grandfather’s words and that video had brought Quella Radcliffe’s mood to an all-time low.

She just wanted to get rid of the people around her and listen to Zade Radcliffe’s words one last time.

No matter what, he was still her grandfather.

And her husband had gotten into an irrevocable disagreement with Zade Radcliffe due to the Radcliffe Family’s unfair treatment. Faced with this dilemma, Quella Radcliffe decided to visit Zade Radcliffe secretly, leaving herself with no regrets.

As long as she didn’t say anything, Julius Reed would not know.

She didn’t want Julius Reed to feel obliged to accompany her.

Despite the little danger.

If it really was as Otis Radcliffe had said, and the medical reports indicated, Zade Radcliffe might not have many days left to live.

“It’s good that everything is fine.” Cosmo quickly typed on the computer, switching the surveillance footage to Quella Radcliffe’s office.

There, she had secretly installed a mini camera to ensure Quella Radcliffe’s safety.

Working with the automatic alarm system, the moment anyone forced entry, Cosmo would immediately get an alert.

The sensitivity was so high that even a fly passing by would trigger the alarm.

Once Cosmo confirmed that Quella Radcliffe was alone in her office, she took a long breath of relief, “Since that’s the case, I’ll leave a few people to stand guard here, and you don’t have to worry about Anna Harris.”

“I don’t have anything pressing here, and later when I go back, I will arrange for you to come and pick me up. Don’t worry, I won’t step out of this office today. The main concern is about Anna—she just went through an assassination attempt, and I can’t stop worrying about her,” Quella Radcliffe’s voice softened considerably, “Besides, I have security guards at my door; without my permission, no one can come up here.”

Ever since the assassination attempt took place, Cosmo, along with her team, had completely revamped the security system of the Radcliffe Group.

Now, to get to the floor where Quella Radcliffe was, one needed her personal consent; otherwise, there was no getting up.

Regarding access cards, they now used the strongest iris recognition locks; unless Quella Radcliffe herself opened the door, no one else could pass through.

This was merely an internal security detail. On the periphery of the Radcliffe Group, Cosmo had dispatched quite a few spies, monitoring any sneak attacks from the Shadow Warriors.

If any suspicious individuals were spotted, they would be followed discreetly to determine if they presented any threat.

In the reports of the last few days, Cosmo hadn’t identified any dangers.

“Check the surroundings for any potential dangers.”

Cosmo sent a message to the staff, posing as ordinary civilians nearby.

Soon after, the hidden scouts reported that within several kilometers, it was absolutely safe.

“Phew!”

With another long breath of relief, Cosmo gave a few final instructions before leaving the Radcliffe Group’s main gate and heading towards the villa where Anna Harris was staying.

Thinking of it as deep sisterly affection, Cosmo didn’t overthink it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Meanwhile, back in the chairman’s office, Quella Radcliffe, after ensuring that Cosmo had left, quietly had Dempsey Davenport change into the same clothes as hers and had her pretend to sleep by lying on the desk. Quella herself then switched into Dempsey’s clothes and snuck out through the small rear door of the company.

Both women were of similar height. Once outside, Quella climbed directly into Dempsey’s BMW, exited the parking lot, and headed straight for the Harmony Hospital in Five-river Province.

Cosmo’s employees mostly paid attention to those entering; they generally weren’t as vigilant with people leaving.

Plus, since the BMW owned by Dempsey was well-known to most, it did not raise any suspicion.

At this moment in Harmony Hospital of the Five-river Province.

Zade Radcliffe was lying on the bed next to Otis Radcliffe’s.

Zade’s eyes were tightly closed, his complexion pale, and he appeared grievously ill.

He was covered in tubes with several doctors standing around him.

“Uncle, I’m entrusting this matter to you.” Sterling Fairbanks grasped the hand of one of the doctors, smiling broadly as he spoke.

“How’s your father doing?” The doctor gently adjusted some equipment and signaled for all the nurses in the room to leave.

“My father is doing very well. He specifically asked me to send his regards. He said when he has time, he’ll visit the capital again and will host a meal for you to fulfill the duties of hospitality.” Sterling Fairbanks squinted his eyes, his face brimming with joy.

The doctor in front of them was called Lazaro Brandon, a former classmate of Sterling’s father.

Their relationship had been good when they were young. The previous night, as soon as Sterling learned of Otis’s plan, he immediately called home, and the Hall Family quickly got in touch with Lazaro Brandon, the attending doctor at Harmony Hospital, to play along with Otis’s act.

The injected substance given to Zade was Harmony Hospital’s latest experimental drug, still not available for widespread use.

Moreover, the drug included components that induced muscle relaxation. After being injected, Zade’s muscles went limp, including a marked slowing of his heartbeat.

As for whether he would wake up or become comatose was no longer their concern.

After all, even if death occurred, it would be that of Otis’s grandfather, which bore no relation to them.

“I’m leaving.” Lazaro Brandon patted Sterling’s shoulder and turned to leave the ward.

If it weren’t for his daughter needing money urgently for her overseas studies, he would never have gotten involved in this.

If the hospital found out, it was the kind of act that could land him in prison.

“Take care, Uncle!”

Once Lazaro left, Sterling’s expression abruptly turned grim.

“Where did that woman go?”

He turned to Otis, his eyes chilly.

The incident at the bar had already spread through the capital, with many fair-weather friends calling to inquire. They claimed concern, but most were seizing the opportunity to mock and revel in his misfortune.

“I’ll make a call and ask.” Otis took out his phone, dialed Quella’s number: “Sis, grandpa’s condition is critical. Where are you now?”

Unusually, he called her ‘Sis.’

At such a moment, Quella’s fragile heart warmed, and she subconsciously let down her guard.

“I’m about ten minutes away from the city’s west highway toll booth in Five-river Province. How is grandpa now?”

Talking on the phone while driving on the highway was dangerous, but Quella could not care less.

All the way, she was overtaking recklessly, unusually pushing the car beyond 140 miles per hour.

“Be safe, grandpa and I will wait for you,” Otis said.

After hanging up, Otis looked at Sterling: “Mr. Fairbanks, she’ll be at the west highway toll booth of Five-river Province in about ten minutes.”

“Heh heh! Julius Reed, today I’ll make you regret everything!” Sterling Fairbanks took out his phone and sent a message: “Uncle Percival, she’ll be at the city west highway toll booth in ten minutes. I’ll send you the photo later.”