Chapter 556 Wrote Something on the Back
She wasn't in the mood to argue with Abella anymore. Feeling sick, she turned and stormed off.
Her friends were waiting by the bathroom door, looking confused. It seemed like Lola and Abella had a spat.
"Why didn't anyone tell me I smelled bad?" Lola snapped as she walked past them and went back into the bathroom to freshen up.
A few friends covered their noses. "We didn't notice any smell. Did Abella say that? Don't listen to her. You don't smell at all."
Despite their reassurances, some classmates kept their distance, waiting by the door.
Meanwhile, Abella left Innovation University, grabbed a cab, and headed to Thunder Mountain.
Joanna, still shaken, felt like she was being followed. She rushed back to her dorm, remembering how Abella had hugged her and traced something on her back with her fingertip.
She had been too scared to notice what Abella wrote.
Trying to calm down, she grabbed paper and pen, and after several attempts, she realized it was the name "Phillipe"!
Was Abella asking her to contact Phillipe?
Phillipe was powerful and could solve anything. Joanna had met him before but didn't have his contact info.
What should she do?
Panicking, she searched for the company's number online and called.
"Hello, thank you for calling the Bourbon Group. I am the automated assistant. For daily business cooperation, press 1."
Joanna listened to a bunch of options until she finally heard, "For operator assistance, press zero."
She quickly pressed zero and held her breath.
Soon, a sweet voice answered.
"Hello, this is the Bourbon Group reception. How can I help you?"
"Hi, I have a phone appointment with your president. My name is Abella. Can you connect me?" Joanna knew using her real name wouldn't work.
Even if it reached Phillipe, he probably wouldn't remember her.
"I'm sorry, but we don't offer phone appointment services. May I know which partner you are and when you scheduled an appointment?"
"Just get your president on the phone. It's urgent. If there's a delay, you'll definitely be fired! I'm not kidding!"
"Did you say your name is Abella?"
"Yes."
"Please hold while I confirm."
Luckily, the receptionist didn't give her a hard time. Joanna sighed in relief and waited eagerly.
At that moment, Phillipe was in a meeting, listening to the finance minister's report.
Gabriel got a call from the receptionist and whispered to Phillipe, "Ms. Medici is calling, saying she has an urgent matter to discuss with you."
Gabriel found the call suspicious. Abella would never use the term "urgent matter," and she had Phillipe's private number. This had to be someone else using her name. But how did they know about Abella's connection to Phillipe?
Phillipe signaled for the report to pause and took the phone from Gabriel.
"Hello, is this Mr. Bourbon? I'm Joanna, a good friend of Abella. She's in trouble," Joanna quickly explained.
"Got it." Phillipe hung up, stood up, and left the room, exuding authority.
Everyone in the conference room looked puzzled until Gabriel said, "Today's meeting is over. You're dismissed."
The finance minister, worried, grabbed Gabriel's arm. "Did I say something wrong? This month's profit is down because of investments in Nova Isleland, and..."
"Mr. Bourbon just has an urgent matter. Don't worry."
Relieved, the finance minister realized it wasn't his report that upset Phillipe.
Phillipe had given Abella a black hairpin with a tracker. He checked the app and saw she was heading to Thunder Mountain. Joanna was right; it was likely an ambush.
Worried but touched that Abella thought of him first, Phillipe sped towards the location.
At the top of Thunder Mountain, bullets flew at Abella. She dodged and saw the area was surrounded. Some were hiding in trees, others behind rocks, and a group of masked individuals stood in front of her.
They had mobilized a lot of people to capture her.
Standing in the open, Abella was a sitting duck but still asked coldly, "Where's my friend?"
"Focus on yourself first," the masked leader, using a voice changer, replied. "Why cause trouble for our organization? Come back and report."
They threw smoke bombs. Seeing the purple smoke, Abella guessed it was toxic. She covered her nose and quickly moved to the side. Bullets pierced the smoke but missed her.
When the smoke cleared, Abella had vanished. As they searched, she had already infiltrated behind them. She knocked out a few, grabbed their weapons, and took one hostage.
"Where's my friend?" she demanded.
"You're skilled," the leader laughed and shot the hostage.
Abella was shocked he'd harm his own men.
"Don't worry, your friend will be waiting for you in hell," the masked man sneered. "If you're smart, come with us quietly. Otherwise, your friend will die a painful death."
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