Chapter 510 The Little Scheme Exposed
He thought, 'Is Abella hurt? Is she having a headache?
No matter where she is hurt, those people will not be spared!'
Seven or eight doctors took turns examining Abella over and over again, but they couldn't find anything unusual.
"Ms. Medici is fine, no head injury."
"We've checked many times."
"Check again!" Phillipe didn't expect the first word Abella would say upon waking up to be "head."
He thought her head must be in pain.
The doctors didn't dare to slack off and carefully examined her several more times but still found nothing unusual.
Someone muttered, "Could Ms. Medici mean that Nicole's head is injured? It's normal for her to be concerned about Nicole's condition first thing upon waking up, so maybe it's Nicole's head..."
Everyone thought it made sense and hurriedly called the doctors to check.
However, after several thorough examinations, they couldn't find anything unusual with Nicole's head either.
Neither of them had any head injuries.
Everything seemed normal.
"Could Ms. Medici mean that someone from the head organization hurt her, but she passed out before she could finish her sentence?"
"That's possible, but which? Which organization, and what's the name?"
"It should be the Umbra League," Winston said from the side.
"Umbra League??"
That was a small organization!
In this area, the Umbra League couldn't stir up any trouble. No one took it seriously, and no one bothered it because it was too insignificant.
"They usually keep a low profile. No one knows they have a large number of members and their influence spans the globe."
Winston's words left everyone in disbelief.
"Mr. Medici, you must be joking, right?"
"Are you sure you're talking about the Umbra League?"
"A small, insignificant organization could hurt Ms. Medici like this?"
"Do they even have a hundred members?"
"Ms. Medici could easily take down a hundred people."
Winston had seen the data packet, the first part of which indicated that Nicole was part of this organization and that they were also hunting her.
Today, Abella and Nicole were injured like this, likely related to this organization.
At this moment, Phillipe's phone vibrated.
"Mr. Bourbon, we found out that the Umbra League people went to the foot of Emerald Mountain on the southwest side at midnight. About three hours later, Ms. Medici came out from that place, carrying someone on her back, fighting her way back."
"Just the two of them?"
To deal with those people??
"To be precise, only Ms. Medici," Gabriel said with some heartache, "It's said that the person on her back was already unconscious, and Ms. Medici fought her way back alone."
Phillipe's eyes darkened. "Is the information reliable?"
"Someone from other gangs saw it with their own eyes," Gabriel said, adding, "Mr. Bourbon, the Umbra League is more terrifying than we imagined. Their influence spans the globe and is connected to multiple political circles. They are like the hidden left arm of those big figures. If we be att odds with them, in the future..."
"Gather all our forces."
Tonight, he vowed to make this organization disappear from this place completely.
After hanging up, Sam and the others couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Bourbon, was it the Umbra League?"
"Yes."
"It really was those people!" Sam muttered, itching to settle the score with them.
"Where did that organization get the nerve to mess with our people!"
"Let's go settle the score with them!"
"We must wipe them out!"
Phillipe took the wet towel handed to him by someone nearby and gently wiped Abella's face.
"Abella, I'll be back soon."
He waited for the doctors to finish bandaging Abella's wounds, gently kissed her forehead, and said tenderly, "Wait for me."
"Phillipe, where are you going?" Winston seemed to guess something and was worried.
Phillipe stopped, saying, "Winston, your injuries haven't healed yet. Abella and Nicole are in your care. If Abella wakes up, let me know."
"Mr. Bourbon, take us with you. We want to avenge Ms. Medici too!"
"How can we miss out on this? Right?"
"Tonight, we must vent this anger for Ms. Medici and let everyone know that anyone who dares to touch her will face only one outcome!"
That was a fate worse than death!
Phillipe knew that with Abella injured like this, the entire A Gang wouldn't sit idly by. He nodded. Soon, everyone left together.
Winston wanted to say something but ultimately didn't say a word.
He knew that if it weren't for Nicole, Abella wouldn't have been hurt like this.
With Abella's skills, if she had been alone, she could have protected herself, but if she had to protect someone else, the outcome would be different.
Thinking this, he felt both guilty and distressed.
The sky was already fully bright. It was eight in the morning here, but in America, it was ten at night.
There was a ten-hour time difference.
Unknowingly, it had been a week since Lola last called Winston.
This weekend, Lola especially went home and heard that Winston and Abella hadn't returned yet, which made her even more upset.
Encouraged by Maria, she called Winston again.
Winston initially didn't want to answer, his mind full of guilt towards Abella and worry about her and Nicole's injuries.
But Lola was persistent, calling one after another. Finally, Winston had to pick up. "What's up, Lola?"
Hearing Winston's cold and even slightly impatient tone, Lola felt even more displeased.
However, she suppressed her anger and spoke cautiously, "I just came home for the weekend and didn't see you. I missed you, so I wanted to call you." Her tone was careful as she deliberately sounded timid. "Am I interrupting you and Abella having fun outside?"
Winston suddenly found her a bit annoying. Lola just tried to remind him to remember her as his sister.
"Lola, I've told you, Abella and I have things to do outside. Don't call or message me during this time. I'm busy."
He was now only hoping that Abella and Nicole would wake up soon and had no extra energy to think about other things.
"Winston, I'm sorry for bothering you." Lola's voice became choked with emotion. "I just missed you, that's all. I won't call or message you anymore. I'm sorry, Winston."
Winston felt even more irritated by her choked voice. "I haven't finished dealing with things here. Once it's done, I'll fulfill my promises to you."
"No, it's okay, Winston. It's fine, really." Lola deliberately sobbed. "I'll hang up now. Goodbye, Winston."
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