Chapter 973 Trapped
At that moment, a bodyguard hurried to Abella's side and whispered a brief report.
Abella's eyes lit up slightly as she turned to Winston. "Keep an eye on them. I'll be right back."
Winston nodded in acknowledgment.
The dozen assassins held their breath, secretly speculating—had Jacob awakened? Was that why Abella was going to check on him?
They'd heard Abella was a skilled doctor.
If Jacob was still alive, there might be hope for them yet.
As long as they could rescue Jacob, with his cunning and resourcefulness, he'd surely find a way to turn their desperate situation around.
They'd been in dire straits before... and Jacob had always led them to safety!
With this thought, they exchanged meaningful glances.
After a while, Abella returned.
Winston asked quietly, "How is he?"
"Unconscious again."
The assassins' hearts leaped—it had to be Jacob. Thank God he was unconscious. If Abella used his life as leverage and Jacob revealed who was behind this, they'd all become expendable.
"Rather than interrogating these people, we should wait for him to wake up and question him properly." Though Winston kept his voice low, several assassins caught his words.
"I'm afraid he won't talk." Abella's eyes reflected helplessness and gravity.
Winston's gaze swept over the assassins before them. "With so many lives at stake, he'll have no choice."
The assassins realized the implication—they planned to use all their lives as bargaining chips to force Jacob into revealing his employer.
They couldn't just sit here waiting for death.
They had to rescue Jacob and escape!
Even if they couldn't save him, they needed to get out first and find reinforcements!
"Watch them carefully." Winston lost interest in further interrogation and left with Abella after dropping this command.
The assassins exchanged covert glances, seeming to reach a silent agreement.
Once outside the basement, Abella smiled knowingly. "They took the bait."
"Brilliant as always, Abella." Winston knew these assassins were agile but not particularly bright. "The audio extraction was perfect—no background noise. It sounded exactly like Jacob coughing."
"I've already stationed extra guards around Jacob's room. When they can't rescue him, they'll have no choice but to retreat."
When the escaped assassins were inevitably captured and questioned by their employer, they'd insist Jacob was still alive. The mastermind would likely believe them.
This would significantly increase the chances of drawing the real enemy out.
"You're absolutely brilliant, Abella."
Winston affectionately ruffled her hair just as Dennis returned from the garden, witnessing the intimate gesture.
"Where have you two been?" Dennis couldn't help asking, noting their closeness.
"Dennis, you're still awake?" Abella seemed surprised, assuming he'd rest easy knowing Saskia was safe.
"I noticed the soil had spilled from Saskia's flower pot, so I replanted it and picked up some toiletries for her."
Dennis's words made Winston smirk mischievously. "You? Shopping? Gardening? The saying 'love makes superhumans' really is true."
"That sounds like something you'd say—utterly ridiculous." Dennis's attention returned to Abella with concern. "It's so late. Where did you go?"
"Couldn't sleep, so Abella and I took a walk." Winston's tone carried a hint of smugness.
"You two? Taking walks?"
"Is there a problem with that?" Winston couldn't resist showing off. "Before you came back, Abella and I walked together all the time. Not just walks—we'd go shopping, dining, traveling abroad..."
Dennis hadn't realized they'd shared so many experiences together, his tone turning sharp. "Then I suppose it's my turn now."
"Don't you have Saskia?"
Abella laughed softly. "Enough, both of you. Get some rest. I'm heading upstairs too."
Watching Abella's retreating figure, Winston couldn't resist adding, "See? The moment you show up, she leaves!"
Dennis was speechless.
The next morning, Saskia awakened to find herself in a beautiful bed surrounded by an environment that was both cozy and unfamiliar.
She bolted upright. Where was this? How had she gotten here?
Her clothes had somehow been changed to pajamas.
Looking down, she realized she was wearing nothing underneath the sleepwear.
Panic set in. What had happened last night? Had someone taken advantage of her?
Remembering the group from last night and the approaching footsteps... had she really been violated?
Since she hadn't toured all the guest rooms in the Medici family estate, she didn't recognize this place and assumed those people had brought her here and done something terrible.
With this terrifying thought, she tried to get out of bed and escape.
Her peripheral vision caught sight of her phone on the nightstand—her own phone!
She grabbed it frantically, wanting to call for help.
But as soon as she unlocked the screen, she saw a message from Abella.
Abella: [Good morning. You're at my house. Come down for breakfast when you wake up.]
Abella's house?
She looked around the room again with fresh eyes—it really was quite cozy.
Even the pajamas she wore looked like something Abella might have designed.
She went to the window and confirmed the view below was indeed the Medici family garden, where servants were already bustling about their morning duties.
Realizing she was safe, Saskia exhaled in relief, her tension finally easing.
In the bathroom, she discovered Abella had thoughtfully prepared toothpaste and a toothbrush, and even her forehead wound had been carefully treated.
But why was she at Abella's house?
She remembered the previous night—being chased by several cars near the bridge, crashing into a pillar, then more people shooting at her. After sending Abella that message, everything became hazy.
Someone had carried her from the car.
She vaguely remembered Dennis's face.
But how could Dennis possibly have saved her?
Dennis not making her life difficult or blocking her projects would be generous enough—why would he show such mercy as to save her life?
If it wasn't Dennis, how had she ended up at the Medici Villa?
It must have been Abella who rescued her!
She'd probably hallucinated Dennis's face in her disoriented state.
Of course it was Abella!
Only Abella would care enough to treat her wounds so meticulously.
After freshening up, Saskia went downstairs.
Abella had been waiting at the dining table, knowing exactly when the sleeping dart would wear off, when Saskia would wake, and when she'd finish getting ready... so she'd positioned herself there in advance.
Sure enough, when the servant brought Saskia over, Abella smiled warmly. "Good morning."
"Abella!"
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