Chapter 570 Someone Beat Me to It
James finally noticed Abella. Earlier, the two girls had their backs to him, so he didn't realize one of them was the girl he met at the restaurant, the one who looked a lot like Kimberly.
James was about to speak when Angela quietly apologized, "Sorry, Mr. Harris. I had a spat with Clare earlier and wanted to mess with her a bit. Normally, I treat club guests with respect."
Hearing Clare's name, James pictured Abella's face. "Don't give them any more trouble."
"You know them?" Angela was a bit annoyed. She hadn't expected Clare to know so many people, even James was defending her.
"Remember when you were being unreasonable and your dad cut off your allowance for three months?" James reminded her.
"Mr. Harris, these are my friends. Why bring that up?" Angela blushed.
James added, "You're grown up now. Act accordingly."
Angela replied, "Yes, I'll remember."
James walked towards the private room, and Ivan, following him, whispered, "Mr. Harris, did you notice that girl looks a bit like your sister? Could it be from that fire back then..."
"I have the same suspicion," James said quietly, "But she's a Fischer heiress. If her identity were wrong, the Fischers couldn't have hidden it for so long."
"Could the Fischers have never discovered it?" Ivan asked.
"Go investigate."
"Yes."
Clare and Abella were led to private room 9111.
"What's the deal with you and Angela?" Abella asked casually.
Clare replied, "We went to the same school. She likes to compete. Sometimes our parents took us to parties, and we'd run into each other. We've had a few unpleasant encounters."
Abella added, "Seems like we have quite a few enemies."
"No, with her qualifications, she's not even worthy of being my enemy." Clare checked the time and patted Abella on the shoulder. "The auction starts in twenty minutes. I have to go."
She had some matters to attend to.
"Okay, be careful," Abella said.
Clare replied, "Don't worry, I've been navigating society for years. But watch out for Angela, in case she comes back to bother you."
"I think she's quite afraid of Mr. Harris. She probably won't."
"Better safe than sorry." Clare gave a few more words of advice before leaving.
Abella sat on the sofa and sent a message to Phillipe.
After a while, someone knocked on the door.
Abella instantly became alert. "Who is it?"
"Ms. Medici, it's me. I was rude earlier, so I brought a fruit platter and two bottles of red wine to apologize."
Abella opened the door. It was the staff member from earlier. She stepped aside to let him in.
The staff member pushed a small cart inside and placed the items on the table. "I'm really sorry for the bad experience. These are complimentary from our club. I hope you can forgive tonight's unpleasantness."
"Okay."
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." The staff member left after delivering the items.
Abella looked at the table. Besides the fruit platter and red wine, there were also some snacks and lemon water.
She poured a glass of lemon water, sniffed it, and took a sip after confirming it wasn't poisoned.
Suddenly, there was a noise from the balcony. A figure landed there.
The curtains billowed as the figure barged in.
Abella was about to react when she realized it was James.
He had escaped from the neighboring balcony, clutching his injured arm. His white shirt was stained with blood, and seven or eight people were chasing him.
James seemed surprised to see Abella, especially since she wasn't wearing a mask and looked a lot like Kimberly.
The attackers quickly went after James. Abella jumped in, her agile moves helping him out.
Meanwhile, the system on the wall broadcasted the host's excited voice. "Piercing of Heart, thirty million dollars, first call!"
Abella glanced at the host, who was eager to finalize the sale.
Two knives slashed at Abella. She kicked their wrists and took them down quickly.
"Piercing of Heart, thirty million dollars, second call!"
Abella spotted a button next to the sofa. Just as she was about to press it, two more attackers swung their knives at her.
"Piercing of Heart, thirty million dollars, third call, sold! Let's congratulate Mr. Murray for successfully bidding on today's first exquisite item—Piercing of Heart. Let's give him a round of applause!"
The camera captured Mike Murray, smiling and nodding at the crowd.
Abella was speechless.
James noticed the frustration in Abella's eyes. 'Is she here for those Piercing of Heart plants?'
The next auction item appeared.
Abella had already taken down four or five attackers.
James was impressed by Abella's skills. It seemed these people were no match for her.
The remaining attackers, realizing they had no chance, jumped off the yacht and swam away.
"Are you okay?" James asked.
Abella glanced at him. "You're poisoned."
"You mean my wound is poisoned?"
"Yes, and the air around you. You must have inhaled something, making you weak."
Since James had helped them earlier, Abella checked his pulse. "Just as I thought."
James was curious. He felt weak all over; otherwise, he wouldn't have let those attackers get the upper hand.
At that moment, the door to the private room was kicked open, and Ivan appeared with a dozen men, injured. "I'm sorry, Mr. Harris. I fell into their trap."
Earlier, he had heard noises from the balcony. When he went to check, he found several suspicious people trying to leave.
He immediately gave chase, leaving James alone in the room.
It was only later that Ivan realized he had been tricked.
Seeing Abella's face now, he was shocked. 'This girl looks so much like Kimberly!'
But he didn't forget the main task and quickly captured the unconscious attackers on the floor.
"It's a basic sedative, released into the air two hours ago. Check who entered your room then," Abella said, taking a small spray bottle from her backpack and spraying the liquid onto James's wound.
"What are you doing?" Ivan asked nervously.
Abella explained, "The knife wound is poisoned. This is an antidote."
After spraying, Abella wrapped a white bandage around James's wound. "Give me your hand."
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