Chapter 905 Even
"Ms. Medici, let's head to our base first. I'll have someone patch up your wound." Theo said.
"No need, let's go to the hotel. I have medicine there," Abella replied. She always carried a good amount of emergency supplies whenever she went out.
"Let me stop the bleeding first." Theo found some medical bandages in the car and wrapped them around Abella's bleeding arm to staunch the flow.
They often went on missions, so the car was stocked with some medicine and bandages. But this time, there was no medicine left, only bandages. It seemed they had run out.
"Hang in there, it'll be over soon." Theo wrapped the bandage around her arm several times and tied it off. Throughout the process, Abella didn't make a sound or show any change in expression, though her face looked pale and tired.
"Ms. Medici..." Theo felt a pang of sympathy seeing Abella like this. It was already past 2 AM.
Abella must be exhausted and hungry.
"Give me your jacket."
Theo thought she was cold and quickly took off his jacket, gently helping Abella put it on.
But after a couple of seconds, he suddenly realized something and asked in shock, "Ms. Medici, are you trying to hide the wound from Phillipe so he won't worry? You, you, you..."
Abella shot him a look.
Theo immediately shut his mouth, swallowed hard, and couldn't believe it. Abella had really changed.
She actually had a soft spot now!
The car arrived at the hotel entrance, and Abella instructed, "Take some trusted people and head back to the country. From now on, stay by my side. I'll return tonight or tomorrow with Phillipe. You go wait for me at Sam's place."
Theo wanted to ask why Abella didn't take him with her, but he decided against it.
"Ms. Medici, make sure to treat your wound as soon as you get upstairs. Don't delay."
"Okay." Abella turned and walked into the hotel.
Theo watched her enter the elevator before getting back in the car and leaving.
With Phillipe upstairs, Abella should be safe.
Thinking this, he finally felt relieved.
Abella took the elevator to her floor and saw the door to the presidential suite open. As she approached, she saw the room was in complete disarray, like it had been through a disaster.
The hotel manager and several executives stood by the sofa, bowing repeatedly to Phillipe. "We're so sorry, Mr. Bourbon. This incident is due to our inadequate security. We deeply apologize for the scare."
Seeing Abella return, Phillipe ignored them completely and immediately approached her. "Are you hurt?"
Abella shook her head and looked up. "What happened?"
"A group of people attacked us," Phillipe said in a low voice.
Seeing her pale lips, he quickly poured a glass of water and helped her drink it. Glancing at the useless hotel staff, he said irritably, "Get out."
The manager and executives bowed again, apologizing and thanking Phillipe for not holding a grudge. They hurriedly straightened the overturned sofa, chairs, and other furniture.
But the coffee table was shattered, the doors and windows were damaged to varying degrees, and there was blood on the bed and carpet.
This suite was no longer habitable.
"The suite next door is ready for you. The door is open, and I'll have some delicious late-night snacks sent up shortly..." Before the manager could finish, Phillipe shot him a look that made him shut up and bow out quickly.
Phillipe was staying at their hotel and encountered such an incident, with assassins attacking.
If word got out, how could their hotel ever take bookings again?
With such poor security, what wealthy person would dare stay here in the future?
The worst part was, their hotel's biggest owner had previously sought cooperation with Phillipe.
After this incident, the cooperation was likely off the table, and they'd have to apologize in person later.
The hotel manager didn't dare say more, fearing bad luck, and quickly bowed out to discuss countermeasures and compensation plans with the executives.
"What happened to your hand?" Abella asked, looking up after the staff left. "Are you hurt?"
Phillipe lied, "No."
"I saw it when you poured the water. Where are you hurt? Let me see." Abella went to get her backpack, which was filled with medicine.
"You're quite the little doctor, nothing escapes you." Phillipe rolled up his sleeve, revealing an arm haphazardly wrapped in bandages.
"That's quite a sloppy job," Abella laughed. "Could you be any more careless?"
Phillipe had used the manager's medicine to stop the bleeding and wrapped it quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice. But she did.
Abella unwrapped the bandage and saw a knife wound on his arm. Fortunately, it wasn't serious, just a flesh wound.
"Were there many attackers? Were they skilled?" Abella asked while applying medicine.
With Phillipe's skills, it wouldn't be easy to hurt him.
"They were professional assassins, relying on their numbers."
"Were they after me?" Abella guessed.
"Yes." Phillipe's gaze fell on her, wondering who she had offended recently.
When the attackers sneaked in, they probably didn't expect Phillipe to be there and hesitated to act.
But Phillipe didn't intend to let them go, fighting them and severely injuring them.
He then deliberately let them escape, sending people to track them to find out their identities and who sent them.
"We should have results soon," Phillipe said, suddenly leaning closer to her.
Abella thought he was going to kiss her and leaned back slightly, continuing to wrap his bandage. "Don't mess around."
"Why do you smell like blood? And why are you wearing Theo's jacket?" Phillipe leaned in and sniffed, confirming the scent of blood.
"It's cold outside, so I borrowed it." Abella finished bandaging him and stood up. "Alright, rest for a bit. I'll contact my people to arrange our return."
"Are you hurt?" Phillipe immediately blocked her path. "Let me see."
"No."
"I noticed when you were applying medicine. Your left hand isn't as agile as your right. Did you hurt your left hand?" Phillipe's tone was full of concern.
Abella tried to brush it off, but Phillipe insisted on seeing.
Finally, he took off her jacket and saw her left arm already wrapped in bandages, even more haphazardly than his.
Blood had soaked through her clothes, indicating it had been bleeding for a long time.
"So you are hurt..."
Her injury was worse than his.
"You hid it from me, I hid it from you. We're even," Abella said seriously.
"Even? I wasn't trying to settle scores with you. What did you do tonight? Weren't you chasing those people?"
He had heard from Terry on the phone that Abella had the upper hand and chased the attackers' car away.
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