Chapter 905
Simon’s heart eased slightly when he saw that Sharon hadn’t refused or tried to evade responsibility at such a critical moment.
With Carter’s condition uncertain, he had countless matters waiting for him. He couldn’t spare much time persuading Sharon. He was about to hang up when her voice stopped him.
“Simon, if anything happens, contact me right away.”
“Sharon, don’t worry,” he replied. “If there’s any news about Mr. Biggs, you’ll be the first to know.”
Sharon didn’t say she would come over, and Simon didn’t suggest it either.
If those assassins had been capable of striking at Carter, there was no telling if Sharon might be their next target. Her rushing over recklessly would be far too dangerous.
In a hospital in Amstern City, Denise waited in the corridor outside the operating room, her face pale as paper.
The echo of approaching footsteps filled the empty hallway.
She turned her head. When her gaze fell on the refined, handsome man walking toward her, her eyes instantly lit up. It was as though her wandering soul had finally returned, finding its
anchor.
“Julliard!” Her voice broke. Her reddened eyes revealed she had been crying for a long time.
Her body trembled uncontrollably as she spoke in broken, panicked phrases.
“Julliard, Carter… he was ambushed by assassins because of me. He bled so much. His injuries are terrible…
“It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have disobeyed him and snuck out to play. I even ditched the bodyguards he assigned to protect me.
“He had already warned me-told me to stay in more, to avoid crowded or enclosed places. But I couldn’t resist…”
Julliard gently patted her back, offering comfort.
“Denise, this wasn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself. If anything, I’m the one at fault…”
A flicker of guilt clouded his expression.
“I was the one who recommended that escape room to you.”
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Denise had known Julliard for many years. In the past, their interactions had been limited to polite greetings and casual small talk. They were never particularly close.
It was only recently that they had truly grown familiar. She discovered, to her delight, that they shared the same hobby-escape rooms.
Julliard had told her about a newly opened one. She had originally planned to go
with friends, but every one of them had canceled at the last minute. With no other choice, she joined a few strangers instead.
The moment she entered, something felt wrong. Her “teammates” disappeared without a
trace.
Her first instinct was to call for help, but the intercom remained silent.
Then she realized someone had been tailing her in the shadows-a figure clearly not part of the game’s NPC cast.
Panicked, she had dialed Carter.
The escape room was cramped and dim, riddled with blind spots that even surveillance cameras couldn’t cover. It was a perfect place to hide killers.
And there wasn’t just one assassin lurking there. Not two either. There were five.
The strangers she’d joined-men and women alike—had all been assassins.
and battered.
uipped with night-vision goggles.
erately-protecting her while fending them off-until his body was
ad it been anyone else, they would have died in that place. It was only because he had been trained from a young age that the two of them had escaped alive.
Covering her face, Denise broke down in tears again.
She didn’t notice the fleeting
at flickered through Julliard’s eyes.
Mean
ence, Jamie stood by the window, phone in hand.
arried a mix of suspicion and disbelief.
ason Carter’s in hospital?”
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