StartNovelChapter 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIrritated, 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.
"Miss Sanderson, there's news you need to hear.
Hale's crew is targeting the Green family..." Before the sentence could end, Harlee cut the line. It wasn't a matter of disbelief. On the contrary, she was confident such a claim was true.
But twasn't 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 Rhys' 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.
Your hub for fresh chapters galnovalsBelinda looked up after swallowing a spoonful.
"You must be Dr. Welch's interns. Starting rounds this early?" Dr. Welch had mentioned his interns during his rounds in the morning, which led Belinda to make the assumption. The two "interns" 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, "Since Dr. Welch sent you, feel free to proceed." 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.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBefore Harlee could exit her car, a guard approached, shaking his head.
"Ma'am, you can't leave your car here." Without sparing him a glance, Harlee tossed the keys at him.
"The car is yours now." 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 city's 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.
"Kiaan, it's all set. Rhys' parents have been drugged and should be sent here shortly Oneel we have them, we'll record a video to demand cash and safe passage back to Uwhor."
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