Chapter 516 Embrace
At this moment, Phillipe led his men to victory after victory, unstoppable in their path. His phone buzzed—it was a message from Abella.
'She's awake!' Phillipe thought.
Joy filled Phillipe's eyes, and his voice softened. "Stop the car."
The entire convoy came to a halt right in front of the Faceless Ones' headquarters.
The Faceless Ones were terrified.
"Spare us, sirs... We, the Faceless Ones, have no quarrel with The C Gang or The A Gang. We've only been here a short while and only scare off newcomers; we haven't done anything wrong."
"Yes, sirs, please have mercy; show us some leniency."
"We don't even know the Umbra League... we have no connection with with them."
Seeing someone was in extreme fear, Sam found it amusing and rolled down the window. "We're not here to cause you trouble, just passing through."
"Passing through..." The man suddenly understood and almost knelt in gratitude. "Thank you, sirs. It's an honor that you'd choose this place to rest... Are you thirsty or tired? I'll get you some food."
Seeing them rush inside to grab food and drinks, Sam joked with Tony beside him, "Do they think we're some kind of villains?"
Tony replied, "Of course, with the commotion we caused today, anyone would think we're here to wipe out all the gangs and take over."
"Hey, if they're so scared, they shouldn't be in this line of work."
At this moment, Phillipe got out of the car and had Gabriel take the driver's seat. He drove off first.
Sam was confused and quickly called Gabriel. "Where is Mr. Bourbon going?"
Why did he leave them behind?
"Ms. Medici woke up. There's just one Shadow Hand left for us to deal with," Gabriel explained.
"Ms. Medici is awake?! No way, I need to go see her too!" Sam said.
Tony, hearing this, immediately said, "I wanna to go too. Wonder how Ms. Medici is doing? Hope he's feeling better."
"Let me kill these guys first; then I'll buy Ms. Medici her favorite snacks."
"Forget it; all he wants to see right now is Phillipe . Step aside."
In the living room, Winston looked at Abella's pale face, unable to hide his concern, "Why didn't you call me or your subordinates at the time?"
At least someone have been there to assist.
A girl fighting alone was too dangerous.
Abella felt speechless at this moment, thinking, 'Winston, do you forget something?'
She did want someone to help, at least to take Nicole away first.
But when she took out her phone, it showed 73 missed calls from Winston. The next second, the screen went dark – dead battery.
"Was your phone dead?" Winston recalled that after her subordinates bandaged Abella's wounds, they charged her phone. Thinking carefully, it seemed he had called her too many times.
'Is it his calls that drain her battery?'
"It was me..." Winston felt even more guilty. "I called you too many times and drained your battery..."
How desperate and sad Abella must have been then!
Actually, Abella was just a bit puzzled.
After all, the phone died as soon as she took it out... At that moment, she was speechless.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I not only didn't help but also dragged you down."
Seeing Winston so remorseful, Abella said indifferently, "It's okay. I didn't charge my phone before going out."
"You don't have to comfort me. I know; it's because I called so many times..."
It was because him that Abella suffered so many injuries and hardships.
If he had known, he would have controlled himself a bit!
He was such a fool!!
"Winston, they're not ordinary people. Anyone who went would have been hurt," Abella said.
She'd rather be hurt herself than see her subordinates suffer the same fate.
One punch from their opponent could leave her subordinates in serious pain.
"It must have hurt a lot..." Winston looked at her with pain in his eyes. "How can I help you? Change your bandages, or?"
"I want something to eat."
"I'll go to the kitchen and get you something." Winston hurriedly got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Abella lifted her eyes to look at Nicole, who was not far away. She was still lying there quietly, with no new injuries.
On the way back, Abella's consciousness had already started to blur. She was afraid she couldn't protect her and that she'd get hurt again.
Thankfully, everything was fine.
"Here's the food." Winston pushed a cart filled with various delicious dishes. "Your subordinates made some good food before they left and kept them warm for you."
Abella recognized who made the dishes at a glance. Given their personalities, seeing her so injured, they probably grabbed knives to seek revenge.
"When I accidentally found out they were going to avenge you, they begged me not to stop them," Winston said, pushing the cart to the sofa with a smile. Your subordinates are really loyal."
More loyal than anyone he had ever seen.
"We've been through life and death together," Abella explained.
Besides, in her heart, she never saw them as mere subordinates.
Although they all called her respectfully, she never assumed the role with arrogance, instead treating them as equals and sharing all the benefits.
"A leader like you is really rare." Winston looked at Abella gently, his eyes full of approval.
Although Lola had been with the Medici family for eighteen years, he had only been with Abella for a month.
Deep down, he didn't want to compare the two, but he had to admit Abella was much better than Lola.
Her excellence wasn't just in academics or talents but in character, broad-mindedness, ambition, and charisma.
These qualities made her stand out not only among her peers but in the world, making her a unique presence.
No wonder Phillipe, and even he, were drawn to Abella's personality and character.
She was truly outstanding and deserved all the admiration she received.
"Abella—"
At this moment, a handsome figure walked quickly towards them.
Abella had just lifted her eyes when she was enveloped in Phillipe's embrace the next second.
Phillipe knew she was injured, so he held her gently and carefully.
Abella could smell his familiar scent and asked, "Finished?"
"Almost, just one left for Sam and the others." Phillipe kissed her lightly, holding her for a while before asking softly, "Hungry? I'll feed you."
Winston silently stepped aside. Phillipe glanced at him. "Winston, thank you for taking care of her."
"It's no trouble."
She was his sister, too; it was his duty to take care of her.
"Only few of your subordinates were injured; the rest are fine," Phillipe said.
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