Chapter 295 Does He Need My Fiancée to Take Care of Him
I shot a glance at Cecil, totally confused.
Desmond? Never seen him before. From the looks of his crew, he and Noah weren't exactly best buds.
Cecil's brow furrowed, about to say something, but Desmond's grin just got creepier. "Mr. Lewis, the big shot, who doesn't know him? If I'm gunning for you, I gotta know everything about your crew."
Cecil's usually soft eyes turned icy. "Let Mrs. Harris go."
"Let her go?" Desmond wiped the blood off his busted lip and strolled back to his seat, raising an eyebrow. "Mr. Lewis, how about a deal?"
Cecil asked, "What kind of deal?"
"We team up, and you help me take down the Harris family." Desmond shot me a look and said, "I can send Ms. Royston to your place right now, clean as a whistle. No one, not the Hammer family or the Valence family, will find her. Deal?"
He added, "You've been into her for years, right? Protecting someone in secret only warms your own heart."
Desmond smirked. "Why not just make her yours now?"
I was floored. If Cecil agreed, Desmond could totally pull it off.
Claire vanished from the hospital without a trace; even the security footage was wiped.
I tried to stay calm and looked at Cecil, who stood protectively in front of me, his face cold as ice. "I don't need to team up with someone like you. I'll ask one more time, will you let her go?"
I felt a wave of relief, realizing I was overthinking. Cecil had my back so many times, yet I doubted him.
"Let her go? Sure, right now." Desmond grinned weirdly and grabbed a syringe filled with clear liquid from his assistant. "Hey, Ms. Royston, I need an answer on the will real soon."
Freaked out by the syringe, I yelled, "What's your game?"
"Obviously, it's..." Desmond drawled, then aimed the needle at Claire's arm.
Realizing it wasn't just any medication, I lunged forward, shouting, "Stop!"
The foreigner who led us in suddenly fired a shot at me. At the last second, a strong hand yanked me back, shielding me. I think I heard the sickening thud of a bullet hitting flesh.
My head spun, and I murmured, "Cecil,"
"I'm fine." Cecil quickly checked on me, then gave a reassuring smile, "No need to worry."
But blood was soaking through his white shirt on his arm.
I was shocked. "You got shot!"
"It's nothing." Cecil shook his head lightly to calm me. Taking advantage of the surprise, he swiftly raised his loaded gun and aimed at the shooter, pulling the trigger.
His gun had a silencer, and the sound of Desmond's guy hitting the ground was louder.
In the next moment, his gun was steady and aimed right at Desmond.
The gun was pointed at Desmond's forehead, and pulling the trigger would be a fatal shot.
Desmond, however, didn't flinch, looking at Cecil meaningfully. "What do you think would happen to Mrs. Harris if I died?"
He snorted, "Or do you think you can walk out of here alive? The place is crawling with my men!"
As Desmond finished speaking, a familiar and urgent sound of footsteps approached. Jerry appeared, his face darkened, pulling me into his arms. "Hope!"
Jerry's heart raced, his voice shaky. Without waiting for my reply, he took a step back, checking me over. Relieved to see I was okay, he gradually calmed down.
Seeing Jerry, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. "Jerry, they shot Claire up with some kind of drug. No clue what it is."
Desmond put on a fake surprised face. "Mr. Hammer, you really love your girl, huh? Coming here all solo and stuff?"
Ignoring Desmond, Jerry let go of me and sauntered over to him. His voice was calm, but you could feel the anger bubbling underneath. "Since I'm here, I'm leaving safe. You should worry about yourself."
Desmond was about to say something but then his face twisted. "Where are the guys I had downstairs?"
Jerry smirked. "Probably hurt or dead. Either way, no one's coming to save you."
Desmond looked stunned. "No way!"
Jerry shrugged. "Try me."
Desmond didn't need to try. Jerry's sudden appearance on the second floor said it all.
But there was no noise downstairs. How did Jerry pull it off? Those guards were supposed to be top-notch.
Jerry's eyes narrowed dangerously when he saw Claire out cold. "Where's the antidote?"
Desmond didn't lose his cool. Instead, he laughed arrogantly. "How do you know I didn't just give her regular glucose?"
"Quit stalling; no one is coming to help you." Cecil, clutching his wound, said, "If you don't hand over the antidote, do you think you'll get out of here when the cops show up?"
"That's not a given." Desmond looked at me, and as Jerry moved to grab Claire, Desmond shoved her chair over and jumped to the windowsill.
With a leap, smoke filled the area below.
Cecil rushed to the window but couldn't see where Desmond had gone.
He could hear Steven barking orders, "Spread out and chase him!"
"Jerry," Claire mumbled before passing out again.
I ran over, and Jerry, holding Claire, reassured me, "Don't worry; let's get Claire to the hospital first."
"Okay." I looked at Cecil, whose arm was bleeding badly. "Cecil, you better come too!"
When we got to the hospital, Claire and Cecil were rushed to the emergency room.
Claire's condition was tricky, and they called in experts from different departments.
Cecil had a gunshot wound, but since it was the Hammer family's hospital, the doctors didn't ask many questions and quickly patched him up.
When Cecil came out, I stepped forward. "You okay?"
"Look." Cecil pointed to the neatly wrapped bandage on his arm, his lips pale but smiling, "I told you I'd be fine, didn't I?"
"It's not exactly nothing." The doctor, seeing him act all casual, couldn't help but remind me, "Are you his family? Even though the wound's on the arm and not life-threatening, it can still be serious. If not properly cared for, there could be complications."
"What complications?" Jerry, with his arm around my shoulder, raised an eyebrow at the doctor, smiling meaningfully. "You think a grown man can't handle a small wound himself? Does he need my fiancée to take care of him?"
He put a lot of emphasis on "my fiancée".
The doctor immediately backtracked. "Mr. Hammer, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to say that everyone gets small wounds on their arms, no need to worry too much. Just come to the hospital if there's any discomfort and change the dressing regularly."
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