Chapter 489 Was This Terry's Hospitality?
Abella glanced outside and was surprised by the sheer number of flowers and plants. It was practically a beautiful little garden.
"I feel really sorry about making you come all this way. How about some coffee? Oh, and I bought some bread at the supermarket earlier. Let me get it for you," Terry said, shakily getting up.
"No need to trouble yourself."
Abella picked up the cup, and as she brought it closer, she caught a faint scent.
She looked up at Terry's back. He was bending over to get the bread from the bag, seemingly with some difficulty. "This bread is what I usually buy. It tastes pretty good."
He shuffled back to Abella, handed it over, and said kindly, "Give it a try."
Abella didn't drink the coffee. Instead, she put the cup down and smiled. "Calendula and some kind of hallucinogen—this is your idea of hospitality, Mr. Campbell?"
Terry hadn't expected her to notice. The key was that the girl's eyes were clear and bright, showing no fear of the situation. Her strong psychological resilience was quite surprising.
"What are you talking about?" Terry pretended not to know.
"Besides those two, you also added a sedative."
Terry put down the bread and smiled. "When did you figure it out?"
"At the door," Abella said calmly with her steady, beautiful eyes, "You said you've been farming for decades, often doing housework and even maintaining a small garden. But when I accidentally touched your hand, it didn't feel like the hand of someone who does manual labor."
That's why Abella didn't help him carry anything and deliberately followed his steps into the house to see what he would do next.
"When you came in and put things down, you acted tired and leaned on the side table. That's when you turned on the sedative, right?"
Terry, more intrigued, asked, "What else?"
"When you went to pour coffee, you took an empty cup first, filled it, and came out after few minutes. That's when you added the drugs, right?"
Terry's smile grew kinder. "Despite sensing something fishy, you still had the nerve to step in solo? You've got some steel in you."
"If I didn't come in, I wouldn't get to see this show, would I?"
"You're quite a special girl. Why not join me? I could use an apprentice like you."
"Then tell me, what exactly do you do?"
"With your intelligence, you've probably guessed a bit." Terry suddenly moved, his actions swift, not at all like a seventy-year-old man.
Abella responded, and the two began to fight in the living room.
After a few moves, Terry asked, "What's your relationship with the A Gang Boss from Triangle City?"
He looked wary and suspicious.
Abella raised an eyebrow. "You know him?"
"Answer my question first." Terry scrutinized the girl in front of him. Except for her long hair, which he hadn't seen before, her body shape, posture, and even her moves were very similar to the A Gang Boss.
But wasn't the A Gang Boss a man?
Could this girl be his woman?
Or a direct disciple?
But A Gang Boss's skills weren't that easy to learn!
Who exactly was this girl?
Did the A Gang send her to meddle?
"What's the relationship between the A Gang and Nicole?" the old man asked again, "Is Nicole with the A Gang now?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Abella quickly countered.
Abella racked her brain but couldn't figure out who this old man might be. She had never fought someone this old before. How could Terry guess her moves were related to A Gang Boss?
"No matter who you are, you have to come with me today," Terry said.
He needed to take the girl back to report to his superiors. She was too suspicious; her moves were similar to those of A Gang Boss, and her calm demeanor in danger clearly indicated special training.
If she really was from the A Gang, meddling in their affairs, they would have the perfect opportunity to strike back at the A Gang!
They still had unresolved issues with the A Gang.
Terry used his most ruthless moves against the girl, realizing she was highly skilled, quick to react, and unaffected by the sedative in the air.
"Who exactly are you?" Terry felt increasingly outmatched as Abella's every move dominated. He realized he couldn't turn the tide.
This girl was too formidable.
Abella planned to take him down in a few moves, but Terry suddenly flipped and pressed a switch. The ceiling dropped several iron balls, each about the size of a hamburger. If one hit her head, it would be fatal.
Abella easily dodged but saw Terry open another switch and escape through a hidden passage in the wall.
To avoid falling into a trap, Abella decided not to chase him. She took out her phone and called Winston.
"Winston, I met Mr. Campbell. If I'm not mistaken, he's part of some organization and deliberately approached Patricia and Diana."
Winston immediately asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No, but he ran away, and I didn't bother chasing him," Abella said, not forgetting to remind him, "He approached Patricia and Diana under the guise of being pitiful, probably to get information about Nicole. This suggests that Nicole has something they want."
Winston guessed what those things might be and resolved to crack it quickly.
"Be careful over there and get Patricia and Diana on the plane as soon as possible," Abella instructed.
"Got it," Winston said gently, standing in front of the ranch house, watching dozens of men in black approaching. "Abella, I'm a bit hungry. Can you get me something to eat on your way back?"
'Hungry?'
Abella found it odd.
After all, someone who doted on her wouldn't make her run errands to get food.
Winston must be trying to buy time, not wanting her to return too quickly.
So, Winston must have been in danger.
"Sure," Abella hung up quickly, then told Joe, who was waiting outside, "On your way back, get something for Winston to eat and try to get there before I do."
Joe was confused. First, she asked him to get food, then to hurry back.
"I'll take the car." Abella took the car keys from his hand, got in, and sped towards the ranch.
"Ms. Medici..." Joe realized what was happening and got anxious. "At least give me a ride. There's no way to get a cab here."
Looking at the quiet countryside, Joe felt like crying. He could only take out his phone and call his subordinates.
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